I ask you - "Are you happy?" You deep blue eyes look into my dark brown eyes, all smiling - "Of course. I can't be happier."
I let you go.
Your passion is unstoppable. I claim my heart is on sabbatical. Yet, I sense your passion as you sense mine.
You still remember the first time we met. I was heart broken. You sat across the table, and smiled and listened to my "sad" story. I should know then, our path will not just end there. I should know then, you were my next shooting star.
I cook you dinner. You tell me that I spoil you so. Every man in my life, once upon a time told me the same thing. You tell me that I am so different from the first time we met. Back then you thought I'd never be over my heartbreak. Yet it really only took just another person who became intersted in me. There were many. And my heart, healed as fast as it broke.
You wear very light cologne. I can smell the masculine scent, I take a deep breath in. I remember it well. When you make love to me, it comes off your hard body and rubs onto me. I can feel it all night. God I am addicted to your body, your hard, tall, erect, lean body.
I never told anyone so. I'm mystified by your Scandinavian accent. I'm surprised by your persistence, your sense of humor, your European ways. And most of all, I'm convinced the only way to have you is to continue this endless secret rendezvous.
I know you will come back. You must come back. I have what you want, what you need, what you desire. Patience I have, patience you have. We are caught in the middle of the tangled web, our secret affair, like the personality of a textbook Scorpio, is doomed to continue.
At the absence of day light, I'm your salvation, and you are mine.
Scene 2
You sent me an email, asking me out on a date. Said in the email - "I know you've got guys who want to go out with you, but I guess I'll just wait in line. I figure since I'm tall, dark haired, dark eyes, easterner, I'll have a chance."
You moved here about a year and half ago from the right coast, you work at the Evil Corporation, you know my ex, you are so young it scares me to know that I'm no longer the baby in the crowd. You are two years and two months and some odd days younger than me.
You call me often, like the ex of mine, you are sensitive, open, full of dreams, talk as if you know what you are saying, making promises that I know you will not keep.
On the second date, you ask me - "Be my girlfriend, I want us to have a relationship, I want to be your boyfriend." I laugh. I can't help but laughing because you humor me. It takes one person to realize that I can not go there again. Not by a long shot can I be again, the victim to a youthful, immature boy who tries to be a man.
I need none of that. I need none of intensities, lies - though at the time it sounded like truth, and vision. I don't want a vision. I lack vision and I want to keep it that way. I desire no devil. I desire no angel. I want to live the way I want to live, and if you are up for a ride, then hop on but don't expect me to cater to you, spoil you or love you.
You are at the right time but the wrong place. How could I get serious with someone who works at the Evil Corporation? How could you expect to fall for yet another younger guy? How could I be let you know - you are not alone in this chasing game. I call th shots, I name the candidate, and I desire a fair competition ahead.
Meanwhile, I enjoy your body so. I fuck you as if it's none of others business.