by J Sanders Nelson

Created on: June 27, 2009

Do you ever think about, she paused for a moment and took a breath, making love. Her body tensed as she waited for his reply, but instead of speaking he growled a low sexy laugh. She wondered if he meant it to be sexy or was she justyou know.

He breathed through his laughing and thought if he should tell the truth, and shame the devil as his grandmother used to say. Of course, since their first and only meeting he had thought of nothing else but touching her, kissing her, laying next to her and listening to her breath. It was the most passionate unconsummated situation he had ever been in. He remembered her womanly build full of spirit and soul food. Warm soft brown breasts that barely peeked above the red silk wrap she had been wearing when they met. How no other man in the room had gravitated towards her was still a mystery to him. But as the conference they were both attending progressed he watched her like a crouched panther in the thickest bush, panting waiting to move in for the kill. She however, slaughtered him with her wit, charm and smile. Immediately he wanted to whisk her away and take her to a remote island and ravish her feverishly in some desolate area where he would not have to share her. He wanted to live through her moans, her grinds and her dying a thousand little deaths over and over again in his arms and at his manipulations.

He sighed and she could wait no longer, Never mind. She said hastily now looking for a reason to disconnect the unusually clear line on that evening.

I think that we both think about it, he said and she let out her breath she felt like she had been holding for years. I think that it will always be something we think about, until we do something about it.

And that was that. There was too much standing in the way and so silently she gave up. Gave up the idea that one day they could quench the thirst of being together. Gave up hoping they could recapture the two days of infinite conversation, of finishing each others sentences, of feeling like they were both finally home. There was just too much standing in the way and she didn't know what to do about it.

Don't give up on me. He said and drew her back into his distant magic and she warmed all over. Why? She thought, why was this happening to her, why it was so hard for her to just get what she wanted and be happy for a moment. Why was her life so full of complications?

I hate my life. Without you. She told him, almost in a whisper and his heart leapt for joy because it was then that he knew his questions to the universe had been answered.

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