Dakota
She stared at me with her roasted coffee dark eyes, while I
sat there trembling, recovering from the revelation of my crumbled world. She knew not to dirty the silence with useless
words. The shadows danced around us
colored in shades of soft grey and fluffy white as I watched her watching me. My pain slowly slipped away, as we sat there
so close to one another in that early morning lit room. She was the escape from a broken heart I so
desperately needed, but yet, as often as she soothed my ache, it was never
carnal. She lent a perfect ear and it didn’t
hurt that she was so fucking beautiful.
Often I found myself craving those full luscious lips of
hers. They just begged for my bite and still,
I truly loved another. She was just a
far-fetched fantasy. It wasn’t until
today that I realized, during the many times she listened to my world of love,
lust and despair, that held no room for her, she was patiently waiting. She refused to be a whim. She refused to be an escape. She refused to not be the total focus.
As the acceptance of tomorrow and a now unwritten future settled
within my mind she must have seen the dawning. My eyes no longer saw her as comforting friend. Now I saw her perfect pale flesh and raven
black hair as a need. She moved toward
me and I toward her. I paused in thought
for just a moment. How long had this
door been open? How often had I come to
her to be consoled?
When we were a mere few inches apart our eyes locked. I whispered, knowing the answer already, “Where
have you been all this time?” She smiled
and responded breathlessly, “Right here waiting for you to open your eyes.” She crushed her soft red lips into mine and I
took her kiss hungrily. I had never
wanted something or someone so much as I wanted her. We were consumed by one another instantly. The last thought I can clearly remember before
I was lost in the press of our bodies against each other was that I would have
no regrets. I now know it was the truth.
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Beautifully written as always.
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