Night
She opens the door and starts her smile. Her well rehearsed greeting.
I can see her hesitation. Her start. Fear is it? I realize I tower above her and it's late.
I remove my wet overcoat. And she steps back.
“Are you OK?” I ask? She takes my coat and smiles a yes. Her eyes see into me and
I try to imagine what she sees. “How does she do it?” I think.
I reveal a bottle of Glenkinchie and place it on the desk.
She has the curtains open wide and the view from this height is full of the lights from below.
Her voice is soft and she has the look that drives me wild.
I reach in my jacket for the envelope but her hands are on my chest and she stops me.
Her lips are full, soft and hot. I close my eyes and make a wish. For a brief moment in time all is well.
All is in sync. The universe is fine.
You gents know that the memories come flooding in.
Myself I try not to remember but some of you may enjoy the remembrance.
Pulling back she looks into me and then retreats to place ice in the glasses.
“Do you want water?” She asks.
“Just ice for me thank you.” I say.
[Leather, smoke, vanilla, honey, sherry and stewed red berry fruit.]
Is what some say you'll taste.
For me I barely remember the drink.
I retreat to the bathroom and wash my face.
I place the envelope on the sink.
I do not look into the mirror.
I think I'm wired for brunettes.
But tonight she's a blonde. God's blonde. Not from a bottle.
Swollen perky nipples and a vulva of pure liquid velvet.
Her dark brown eyes look up and then into me.
She's on her back. She's clearly enjoying herself.
I cannot believe I'm here. If only, I tell myself.
Time slows. Like the time I had my motorcycle accident.
I remember that I saw each spoke glisten in the street light slowly as I tumbled along beside it.
I now look at her and her teeth are clenched in a smile.
Her back is arched and her nails are in my backside bringing me home.
I think she's singing a tune I cannot hear.
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