She came to him last night. The look in her eyes told him she had moved on. The smile on her lips told him he still had apart of him left in her. Then for the the next hour,her voice,her heartbeat, their shared past raced through him like Boda bodas at the traffic lights during rush hour on a Monday morning.In the car they kissed.Yes,she kissed him and he knew her eyes and lips were playing games on him. He still loved her and he wished God would bless her with him BUT, he also knew he didn't deserve her anymore . He was Now A Father. How could he have the ability to love and hurt her and feel no guilt at all?
He picked up a pad of paper and a splintered Bic pen. He started to scribble...
Darling Grace....am talking about me. Am talking about the pages of my life that i haven't flipped in along time. It feels good going back in time. I love the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia, the fresh scent of innocence and the great aroma of love that comes with the trip. There is a song from 1988 by George Michael called "One more try" ...am listening to it while i smile!
Wild thoughts rummaged through him... He thought of words, words she had written to a girlfriend of hers when he was nursing his first heartbreak as an adolescent. "I will stand aside and watch. When the tears and whinnings subside,then i will step in like a heroine and grab that boy by the heart and take him to places he never knew existed. He shall not be in need again!"
He knew knew of the blazing desire to be taken to some places he never knew existed.
His mind took a flight. The night was cold and there was an eerie chill to the air on his bare back. Her body underneath him was warm and anxious and hungry for him.
When he was this close to it—eyes squeezed shut, lips twisted in a Billy goat sneer, cheeks glowing—the most descriptive word wouldn't be "passionate" or "erotic." It would be "determined." Because right then, at the edges of his fading consciousness, he was worried that the phone would ring, his knees would lose their traction on the sheets, or she ... would change position, and suddenly he would be sliding away from that elusive peak instead of moving toward it....
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