Soul Fire
White teeth, perfectly nipping on her lower lip. That locked jaw of hers kept away all of the utterances she would ever dare voice.
I could taste her with every buck of her hips as she met my frantic kiss to her womanhood, and in this, I felt as if nothing could ever be sweeter. Nothing more perfect. She might have been running her fingers through my hair, but, I could think of nothing more than the feel of her skin.
The way such soft, supple flesh, rested against my every kiss.
In that, oh so sweet, ironically salty way. Her essence, the culmination of spent passions itself, it was not enough for me. It left me with only her heady, unspoken desire. I wanted more. I wanted words, promises that would only be mine.
The gatherings of it all drifted into my mind, long after she was gone, and my bed was cold. That loneliness told me all I needed to know.
I was tired of getting burned by everything, and everyone.
I wanted more than a one night stand. More than an ex-husband who wouldn't even look at me, let alone touch me. I dreamed to feel the heat of warmth, not the searing pain of loss. Rejection once more would break me. I could accept that, I thought to myself, at that very moment, kissing her…
I decided, I wouldn't mind trying to love once again.
