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“…like I said before, the fact that you’re still giving her attention…allows her to be comfortable, complacent, and able to take you for granted. She’s not going to do anything until she has to…”
This idea/story was inspired in my mind while in the car and Little Dragon’s “Stormy Weather,” began to play.
The patter of the rain drops ricocheted off of the panel windows of our hotel room. I peered over and watched your uneven respiration as the New York sky was hidden by dark clouds and torrential downpour. The sweat beads were still fresh and sparsely sat atop your long neck. Your neck of a model always mesmerized me, and still did. I gazed upon your back running into your legs, and the sweet way they all connected. We had wasted time, not experiencing this, and though the future sat behind a murky cloud, again, we couldn’t say that we had not tried. Your creamy beautiful skin, still supple and sun kissed as you recovered from what seemed longer than a couple of hours ago. I sat thinking of the things I had missed, you in my hands. The way you wrapped your arms around me, tight, unwilling to relent. I heard your sound, and finally breathed your scent.