In the aftermath of a crash, there is an odd quiet and in that second there is severe, piercing clarity. That’s what it was like. After fixing a drink, I heard a laugh as gentle as a wind chime in a soft breeze.
She was slight, much shorter than me, beautiful in unconventional ways. Long dark hair with a centre parting. A navy suit covered her, tailored. Shirt underneath, the top button was undone. A soft but firm presence, smiling. Her long pianist fingers under her chin. Light seemed to find her, moth to flame. Looking at her, each second stole a breath.
Never before had a person aroused such an interest, my mind was awakened, alerted. On edge but excited. A key to some door and other axis I craved.
“I could feel my face blushing, unable to focus. As if what I thought was audible to all.”
Images of being together appeared in my mind with little pre-thought. Her malleable body writhing, a moaned lullaby. I could feel my face blushing, unable to focus. As if what I thought was audible to all.
I felt pulled to her, a force of magnitude. In bed, lost in sheets. Licking and touching.
