johnnymoped

Just like that, it's over. Rainy night, jealousy hangs in the air like a mist. "Who's that?" she says,
"I was just making small talk". Bullshit, she thinks. Nothing more than that in fact, but I've had enough. I give up. She's beautiful and sexy, best sex I've had in a while. She allows herself to be vulnerable. That's as sexy as it gets, but she takes it back at the first sign of danger. Whether or not it's real, she still feels it and then perception becomes reality.
I'll miss her smell, the feeling of her skin under mine, her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails against my back, breathing her breath. I guess some things aren't meant to be.