I can't get her out of my head. Everytime I blink...just for a millisecond...flowing, blood red tresses flash before my eyes. Long, silky, shiny. Did I mention they are natural? Had the honor of checking myself.
I can't get her out of my head. Every silence is filled with phantom moans...so common yet more erotic than any of the highest rated pornstars. Soft, gentle, breathtaking. A lover's whisper.
I can't get her out of my head. Every touch stopped my heart...even if just for a second. Lighter than a feather that made my hair rise, goosebumps riddling my skin. Fingers that would thread through my hair, occasionally giving a sharp tug.
I can't get her out of my head. Every kiss was a bite of a cherry...juicy, full of flavour, inviting. Lips, neither too big nor too small...cherries...she loves those. Teeth, white, almost blinding whenever she smiled, could leave you breathless with every playful nip.
I can't get her out of my head. Eyes like the deepest oceans...one look and its over. A feral side takes over as she locks you away in amethyst orbs.
One woman...I had many...and I can't get her out of my head.
Being a world renown author, even at my tender age of 21, and the son of a successful businessman, I had the luxury of experiencing the pleasures of many types of women. Models, Actresses, Businesswomen, Wives, Mothers, Schoolgirls...I've had them all...and call me a swine but I can't for the life of me remember any of their names or how they looked...how old they were or where they came from...all but this one woman.
A woman whom I'd met without intending to. A woman who not knowing me, treated me like someone precious to her. A woman who treated me like a newlywed bride would her husband on their wedding night. Gentle. Rough. With love.
I don't know why it happened. I don't know when it happened. It just did. We clicked. It wasn't just sex like with all the others. With her it was a bond. A connection. Lovemaking. We'd only known each other for a few hours and yet...it seemed so perfect. She is the only one I can remember so vividly in all my dreams, no...even now, as if she were here, smiling at me.
Everything she told me I remember. Name, age, height, favourite movie, book, dish...I knew all this and she only knew the real me...the real me with a different name...the real me with a different, more common lifestyle. I didn't want her to treat me like so many others do. I didn't want her to see me for my money.
That morning I woke up, the other side of the bed cold and empty, but you could tell she was there...I can still remember her smell...apples and cinnamon...it definitely wasn't a dream.
That morning I decided that I will find her. It would not be difficult. I knew her name afterall. I will accept no substitute. Uzumaki Kushina...I'm coming for you.
