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Fleeting promise
The brightness of the bulb burns, but I can't stop staring. My eyes are focused on it, but my mind travels to memories so savory, I can feel the heat between my legs. Undoubtedly, it has been an unpleasant ride between us. The tension and banter has often times left be flummoxed, wondering if I made the right decision of being with someone at this stage of my life or if I'm even with the right person or worse, if I'm a good person that one should be with.
The evening breeze has made it's way deep into my skin. I can feel the gentle wind caressing my body, reminding me of his gentle touch.
I remember that evening, it had a soothing breeze like today. In his cozy room, swaying to the tune our minds played. He looks at me with eyes that another might mistake for a predators glare. But I know those eyes, I understand everything it says to me. It told me how much he loved me, how precious I was to him. My eyes caressed his stubble and he smiled. He leaned down, I could feel his breath on my face. I parted my lips and he took them with his. We kissed for what felt like an eternity I could feel my lips getting tender. I felt his warm hands on me, travelling, igniting flames.
His chest was firm, the lawn tennis he so loves to play does wonders on his body. I trailed my fingers round it. He clicked open my bra, sliding it down gently. I could hear the silent groan he made even if moaning wasn't his thing. His hands wrapped around them and I shuddered. I kissed him, he pressed me to the wall taking my breast with his mouth. I let out a cry. His hands went between my legs, he pryed my already dripping lips and strokked ever so softly, sending waves down my spine. My legs began to buckle, I couldn't take this much while standing.
He led me to the bed, I looked at him. Slender, taut, my lovely honey bun as I call him. He smiled. "You're so gorgeous" I couldn't hide my blush. "Come here" our lips smashed, feels ....
It's been almost a month ago since I wrote the stuff above. A very overwhelming month. I remember stopping halfway cause I felt empty, all I wrote were done in the distant past and at that point, I was just living on memories. I understand why the emptiness enveloped me then. The universe knew I would end up with a ripped heart. The one I thought loved me had anything but love for me. Left me hollow, wounded me and took away any hope of trusting love ever again. Countless promises broken, lies interwoven. I hate that I still love him, but I'm learning to hate him everyday. I'm watering my garden of hate, pruning making sure it grows to a beautiful thorned rose garden. Guard your heart. Be watchful.
© Faith Daniel
The evening breeze has made it's way deep into my skin. I can feel the gentle wind caressing my body, reminding me of his gentle touch.
I remember that evening, it had a soothing breeze like today. In his cozy room, swaying to the tune our minds played. He looks at me with eyes that another might mistake for a predators glare. But I know those eyes, I understand everything it says to me. It told me how much he loved me, how precious I was to him. My eyes caressed his stubble and he smiled. He leaned down, I could feel his breath on my face. I parted my lips and he took them with his. We kissed for what felt like an eternity I could feel my lips getting tender. I felt his warm hands on me, travelling, igniting flames.
His chest was firm, the lawn tennis he so loves to play does wonders on his body. I trailed my fingers round it. He clicked open my bra, sliding it down gently. I could hear the silent groan he made even if moaning wasn't his thing. His hands wrapped around them and I shuddered. I kissed him, he pressed me to the wall taking my breast with his mouth. I let out a cry. His hands went between my legs, he pryed my already dripping lips and strokked ever so softly, sending waves down my spine. My legs began to buckle, I couldn't take this much while standing.
He led me to the bed, I looked at him. Slender, taut, my lovely honey bun as I call him. He smiled. "You're so gorgeous" I couldn't hide my blush. "Come here" our lips smashed, feels ....
It's been almost a month ago since I wrote the stuff above. A very overwhelming month. I remember stopping halfway cause I felt empty, all I wrote were done in the distant past and at that point, I was just living on memories. I understand why the emptiness enveloped me then. The universe knew I would end up with a ripped heart. The one I thought loved me had anything but love for me. Left me hollow, wounded me and took away any hope of trusting love ever again. Countless promises broken, lies interwoven. I hate that I still love him, but I'm learning to hate him everyday. I'm watering my garden of hate, pruning making sure it grows to a beautiful thorned rose garden. Guard your heart. Be watchful.
© Faith Daniel
