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Watching You.
I'm sitting out on the veranda of our new house; smoking my cigar and watching you sleep. As I see your one exposed breast glistening in the moonlight from the sweat of our heated encounter, I have to remind myself how lucky I am to have you.
The smoke wafts and curls in waves of gray, much as your hair will be if you ever grow old, but, you are like forever and me young. The smoke is a sharp fragrance, no match for your wonderful scent of vanilla and musk entwined with sugar cookies and the base of you. That smells like you, and gets me hard thinking of no one but you..
I take another puff of my cigar and watch my breath transform into swirling masses of close to black, and pale blue fire. Almost a negative of the unearthly flames that evaporate of your excited body, but none of that glorious, hungry heat that fills me, consumes me and leaves me needing with desire.
Sometimes I wonder if Scott still watches you with those eyes. Those red glowing, jealous eyes. If those eyes ever settle on your ample breasts in longing. If he ever wishes Emma was you. Behind those glasses you can't tell, but his sweat betrays him. I know when you were his, my eyes feasted on every part of you as my heart starved for your affection. I wished every woman I had, was you. No amount of imagination nor dreaming made it true.
When Scott threw you away and you left, I'd thought I'd die. When I found you, we found each other, so let him look with those longing eyes, let him force himself to pretend Emma is you. She hates that she can never be you in his heart.. You're my everything, My every dream and my every taste in life and how sweet that life is, now that I have you.
You gave my life a meaning I never knew it needed. Gave me a stability I never knew I wanted and gave me a peace I never knew.
I'm about finished with my cigar as the smoke grows faint in the slight summer breeze and I see the first lights coming on across the street as the student at Xaiver's are getting up to eat breakfast. The ones with super hearing didn't sleep too well last night, I'm sure. And I'm sure to get a nasty little comment from Emma about that too, But I don't care. I'm in heaven, and those kids should have sound proof walls.
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