I looked at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. Women keeping men waiting is a norm, true. Still, I couldn’t for the life of me now phantom how I had tolerated the extent to which she took liberty with this tradition. And for six good months. No doubt, those six months had been good, really good. Recently however, I had the feel of a man who’d been rudely awakened from bliss. Couldn’t deny to myself that I hadn’t always suspected it to be just what it was – a dream.
An average of twenty-five minutes. That was about how long it usually took her to get from her dorm room on the second floor to our rendezvous – the closest mini-park; even when I’d called her an hour before hand. It really was barely a stone throw away, and yet she’d now kept me waiting for forty-five minutes. In the old days, when I was still head over heels in love, I would have by now grown frantically worried.
“Had she tripped while coming down the staircase?”
“Had one of my ex-girlfriends finally given in to jealousy and accosted her at just this moment?”
“Or had one of those idiot drivers who buzzed around campus at unbelievable speeds buzzed into her and she was right now writhing in pain at the health center, unable to communicate to me her distress?”
Categories: Lil Pieces of Fiction
Tags: Betrayal, break up, campus, Infidelity, love, love spot, Lust, Rendezvous, Romance, the other woman, Two Timing
“Ask not for my heart, but do not reject my flesh.”
“But you belong to another. Is that not his ring on your finger?”
“Still your hands linger. You cannot deny that my desire is matched by yours.”
Soft gentle breaths bearing the scent of berries
From lips glossed a similar color
Tender flesh traversing hard muscles
Calloused palms exploring arcs and curves
Strong arms steady frame against frame
Her voice gentle, yet scorching
“You will not deny me your lips.
Afterall, it was you who unlocked my gates.
Your milk, the very first that watered my gardens.”
Voice husky, choking on his flames
“I intended that it be the only milk you ever were to taste”
Interrupting, her fingers trace his lips
A gardener should never leave his garden unattended.”
His retort is slippery ice
“I suppose a flower cannot be kept from bees.”
Flesh against flesh, hard and fast
The sound of a woman’s fury
Slender fingers imprinted upon ruddy cheek
In between forced breaths
Words fly from between her teeth
“There have only been two.
You and him.
And that’s how it’ll stay.
Now take me
And humiliate me no further.
For my body belongs to you
But my soul is his.”
Tags: Bees, desire, Fence, First Love, Flowers, Garden, Gardener, Honey, Infidelity, Lips, love, Lover, Milk, poem, Poems, Poetry, Puppy Love, Taste, Theft