'This is our last goodbye... I hate to feel the love between us die'
(... do you know the lyrics of Buckley?)
'Must I dream and always see your face... kiss me please kiss me. Kiss me out of desire, baby no consolation. oh you know it makes me so angry because I know that it died, I donβt want to make you cry, this is our last goodbye'...
The wet street was scattered with a few trees and tall buildings, which hardly let the light from the moon cast its slummy elegance. His shadow had no face... a professional, slipping by unnoticed. He was paying attention. He rounded the corner and then slowed his pace and stopped suddenly. Backing into a crease in the architecture around him, he waited blending into his surroundings.
She looked into the rearview mirror and put on a fresh coat of lipstick. It was almost time to meet him. She didnβt know what would happen...
Inside the restaurant, the hostess said that he called ahead and reserved their table and would be there soon. As she was seated, a bottle of wine he ordered was waiting for her to start. As she waited, he watched her from across the street. She was very beautiful. She gulped her wine, and he knew she would be nervous. He walked around and then across the street. When he stepped in their eyes met and she grinned.
Time shifted into later that evening where they were sitting on the floor by the fire. His kisses explored and she put her hands on him following his curved muscular frame. She whispered into his ear of how long she had waited for him to be with her and how it was worth the wait. Before he knew it she started with his feet, and removed his shoes. She massaged each foot... lifting his toe in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She giggled at his reaction. She slowly removed his pants and warmed his skin with her hands. She opened one button on his shirt then to another part of his body and kissed it. Each time he put his hands on her, she would stop everything quietly and stare at him pouting until he just laid them over his head. She returned to the last button of his shirt and pulled it off. A warm palate of skin waited under his tee for her to taste and explore.