Forbidden Words

How do I start to express forbidden words? I can't speak what's on my mind but I have these thoughts all the time. I have visions of a vixen and I'm vexed at my decisions and the pictures that you're posting make me want to make revisions.

Um...

I mean I'm happy for the love you found.I'm around! I'll be here to hold you up should the world ever try to knock you down. I'm in town. Oh, you wanna go out? Yeah, I'm down. Any time with you is cool, I'm not dumb, but I'll be fooled if you wear that tight dress to see me. Eyes meet, you see me. Lemme hold you close for this dance. Music hits, we're in a trance. Hips grind, the beat winds, your eyes shine, you're so fine. Just in time, the lights are on.

Gotta remember you're not mine. You belong to the next man with big dreams and big plans. I didn't have my 'ish together when we met. So I missed..

Damn...damn...

If you come any closer, I'm not sober, so I'll tell you now.
Kiss me, I'll show you how.
Diss me, and I'll be going now.
It's on you where tonight goes, ma, clubs closing now.
We can go about our lives like nothing happened or I can show you I'm adapting.
I've been learning like, for real. I'm not joking. I'm for real! One chance to make it happen.
"Do you love me? Let's be real. Do you want me? That'd be ill. Can I have you, girl? Let's make a deal. Look me in my eyes and tell me that our love ain't worth a fight."

Fatality, she stayed the night.
Brutality, I beat it right.
I'd call it a Flawless Victory if she really knew how much she meant to me. Your man was blowing your phone up when you whispered "Please, come into me." I could only oblige when I lifted your thighs and make our love infinity. If you didn't before, you did now, my Forbidden Words struck instantly.

....wow...

Modern Day Samurai.

 

We use words as verbal swords to clash in conflicts.

Our minds are lethal weapons, interjected, with lyrical content.

Convinced of our strategy and sure success, we create opportunities with ingenuity, no words suppressed.

Hear me Roar like a Lion; a blatant Battle-cry to that foes who forgot we clench Honor close before we die.

Live by your principles no matter who may judge. Hold strong, stand your ground, never stumble or budge.

Learn, Adapt, and Conquer. A fool is a man who cannot change with the times, adapt, and stay in the grind.

And to those left behind, hopefully you'll rise up and become more than you are. Change is made but leaves scars. I'll observe from afar.

I still have room for improvement as I continue my upward movement. Ascending to become better than I was yesterday, though I'm amazed that I'd bathed in the flames of controversy and emerged unscathed.

Tough times, lost rhymes, and a lack of prowess. I've become stronger, wrote better, and I've made decent progress.

I keep my armor close, sword sharp, and head high but I'm just a Misunderstood Philosopher.

A Modern Day Samurai.

The Unshackled Mind.

We like to use freedom in the sense of flesh and bone. Your body is unbound and you can move it on your own.
But mentally you're trapped by that rusted ball and chain. Restricted to the same thoughts, distraught, a prisoner locked it frame.
In vain, you can struggle. Try as you might, that same plight that burdens you is weightless and light.
In spite of what's right, wrong, or all else in between, you yearn to be free to think thoughts yet unseen.
To be free of petty structures, simple thoughts, and the mundane.
Rise above what others see; they're still blind to your pain.
The Unshackled Mind, unrestricted in vision.
Sever your binds with free thoughts. It's a simple incision.
See past the propaganda, pass the bullshit and lies.
And find what awaits beyond once you've reached the other side.

The Sweetest Delicacy ( 18+ )

My mouth wanders your barren flesh, lips to soft and ample breast.

You gasp in excitement, back delicately arched. My mouth explores your skin, excited but parched.

Tongue yearning for the sweetest of taste while delicate kisses cause your knees to shake.

Breaths quicken as goosebumps riddle your skin.

My mouth descends, anxious to discover what lies within.

I reach my destination, nestle deep, and bless your temple.

Merciful strokes of devilish passion as if the answer were that simple.

You encourage me with rising hips. I respond with callous dips.

Tasting your inner sanctum as deep as my tongue will reach.

You start to speak, yet you studder, groaning as you reach your peak.

Apex of pleasure spark and your body ignites into bliss

I continue to suckle your jewel, your leg shakes, stretches and twist.

You beg me to stop, voice pleading and soft. I draw away, you push me back down.

I slurp. You scoff. I stroke, you hum. I lick. You cum.

Your struggles gives way and your energies dampen. Your body is mine now. A playground to run rampant.

For now I'll drink your ambrosia; The Sweetest Delicacy. And await switched positions, of you pleasing me.

Migrane ( Headache Pt. 2 )

Two drinks down and the nights barely over.
Another shot of Crown and I prolly won't be sober.
That slow burn hits and I feel it in my ribs
And my phone been ringing ever since I left the crib.
20 missed calls, 10 text messages, and 5 voicemails.
My minds in a glass cell. Imprision by my visions of living a life stress free.
Is it just me or are crazy women likely to like me?
The bar gets louder and the beat hits harder
but I'm babysitting this drink like a underaged daughter.
I'm starting to feel these tipsy and this girls are getting fine
and I can't help but stare at them when their bodies start to wind.
My phone is still buzzing but fuck it, her loss won't be my pain.
Another shot of Dark, bartender, I got a fuckin Migrane.

The Thrill Of The Hunt.

Lust fades, Thrill dies.
Prey seized, Stray Lies.
What was once coveted no longer applies.
The passion absent. No binds tied.
It was fun to chase you. Enjoyable to a fault.
I'll admit I was enraptured. A willing captive in your vault.
But times changed as well as feelings.
Words fall short as well as meanings.
What was once all I needed turned into what I wanted.
And what I wanted was only because I had it. Madness.
How could my most prized possession become an afterthought?
Has time spent together become the bane I never sought?
Once a predator has it's prey, it feeds, and then dismisses.
In this instance the prey happens to have the title of Mrs.
I was content where I was, and though I will stay.
I miss the thrill of the hunt and will soon seek new prey.

-A Rare Jewel-

She wasn't sure if it had been from a formally sheltered upbringing, the " Daddy" issues she'd had as a child, or perhaps just from the sheer thrill of the enjoyment or attention. Regardless of the case, one thing was clear. Jewel loved sex. Perhaps it was the tenseness in the air before it began or that feeling of accomplishment when she caused men to quiver and spasm? She'd often pondered it to herself but thought nothing more of it. She did, in fact, secretly fear that it all derived from some horrid memory she'd blocked out somewhere along the line. If this were the case, why bring it up now when she was at the peak of her life's enjoyment?

Though she was considered a 'loose' woman, namely a 'hoe', 'slut', or any of those choice referrences, she paid the naysayers no mind as she conducted herself. Her hygiene was consistently spot-on, she ALWAYS made sure protection was used, made a point to never kiss on the mouth, and even went as far as to make records of names and dates of when she slept with people. Sex was simply a means to an end as far as she was concerned. Whatever end that was was still unknown and would remain to be if she had anything to say about it.

She was roused from her thoughts by the groan of ecstacy of her Tuesday "appointment", Larry. She lay beneath him, shifting slightly to accomodate for his weight while running her fingers across his back. " Mmm...did you enjoy it?" she ask, smiling up at him brightly. She had the figure of a porn star, kept in a nice trim package thanks to the hard work she put it at the gym. Her stamina was legendary as well, leaving even the mostly athletic Larry huffing lightly to collect himself as she took even, casual breaths. " I did. Did you?" he asked, cautiously rolling off of her and removing himself from her loins. She cood slightly at the movement and curled over on her side, propping her head upon the palm of her hand. " It was pleasing to me, yes." she responded coyly, cocking her head to the side in a playful manner.

He chuckled to himself, occupying the space next to her and staring into her caramel eyes. " Glad I could make you happy.." he trailed off, words drifting as if more was to follow. She returned his gaze momentarily only to shake her head and laugh. "Mmmhmm. I'll bet. Now, shouldn't you be going? You don't want to be late." " Late..?". She sighed a hopeless sigh, leaning over towards her clock and tapping it lightly. " Yes, baby, LATE. Today is your anniversary with the Mrs. You're fucking up.." He grimaced, falling his head back into the pillow. " Aw, shit. You're right..." he sighed softly, rubbing his eyes. " I know I'm right!" she replied matter-of-factly, nudging him in the ribcage with her foot. " Now get out of my bed!". He complied, rolling out of bed and standing to shuffle around her decorated room to find and assemble his clothing.

"Okay...let's go over it..." she shifted, crossing her thick thighs one over the other as she rested her back against the pearl headboard. Arms folded over supple breast delicately as she spoke. " Where were you..?". Larry adjusted himself against the wall as she slid one leg into his sweats.
"The gym.."
"Why was your phone off?".
"My battery died."
"What time did you get there...?"
"....uugh..."
Jewel laughed out loud, barely able to stifle herself before shaking her head. " She's gonna fuck you up one day, you know that right?". He laughed at himself, shaking his head as he sat down to tie his shoes. "You got off of work at 3:30. You were suppose to get off at 2:30 but you had to wrap up that meeting and your client was working late. You packed a gym bag this morning before you left home so you went straight from work to the gym not realizing your phone had died. You worked out for a hour, which is partially true, and you're going home to hop in the shower ASAP before she gets home. Now did you get all of that?". Larry nodded, standing up fully clothed and throwing his gym bag over his shoulder. " Got it. I'll text you later, Jewel." he smiled and walked out of her bedroom. She sighed, shaking her head and reaching to the first drawer on her nightstand to retrieve her Notebook. Using the trusty ink pen left attached, she scribbled in the information.
August 27th
3:00-4:22
Larry Goodwin
Sex: 6/10
Placing the notebook securely back into the drawer, Jewel rolled out of bed herself, streched upward, and sauntered towards the shower to wash off the smell of past events. The day was just breaking and the night was still open to speculation. Perhaps she'd find a new suitor to keep her interest tonight, or maybe she'd settle on a good book. Either way, she'd make sure she was stimulated in some aspect.

ReAffirmation

Reaffirmation-tr.v. re·af·firmed, re·af·firm·ing, re·af·firms

To affirm or assert again.

 

Lost motivation.

A crippling sensation that hinders elevation.

Elevation of thought lacking elements taught from prior sessions wrought.

Maneuvering through my maelstrom of thought to construct a noteworthy plot.

It's easier just to give up, put it off. "I'll come back to it later..." I tell myself.

Convinced that within my thoughts contain my wealth, I let that feeling fade.

Pen doesn't touch paper for Moon upon Moon, what was once sharp slowly dulling to a rusted blade.

I find myself slowly falling into an slump, the poison that is Sloth attempting to consume.

It's corrosive effects exposed to my soul and hindering it's bloom.

I could let my thoughts be stifled and choked. Let my hopes remain battered and broke.

A remnant of potential washed away by inessentials. Lost in the norm. A Rose lost in it's thorns.

Forlorn doubts cloud the skies of creativity. No more Ramblings. Thoughts dead. Inactivity.

Or I could remember my purpose. My power. My passion. Pen meet papers in publishing fashion.

The will to create landscapes out of space or use wordplay to outplay escapades.

I have complete intentions on overshadowing competition; achieving praise and noteworthy recognition.

I refuse to stop working and improving until there's cause for celebration.

I've committed myself to this task, so I'll call this my Reaffirmation.

Ramblings..

Life is weird in a way that, well, I could tell you but you already know. Like the Glow, sought by Bruce Leroy, I deploy probes into the depths of my thoughts that destroy doubt. I am random, in a since, but since it's my paper and pen, and my thoughts reside within, I figured I could burn incense and reminisce about times of innocence.

Too much? Fine, I'll simplify...

"Roses are red, and..."

Wait, this isn't me! I refuse to slow down progress so you can process my prowess! Children will be left behind so I've taken out the carseats on this journey through the mind. It takes time to align thoughts and devise plots of conquest unless your tactics are on par. Lest you fall victim to the monotony of Monopolies. Your mind isn't Free Parking so unless you're trying to go to Jail or take that long walk, invest time in to yourself and make your way from Baltic to Boardwalk.

Just A Taste

Her skin was the flavor of the thickest chocolate; every inch of her body as inviting as a feast to a malnourished man. He, in fact, did intend to feast. Graciously his lips danced across the small of her neck, drawing forth the sharpest inhale as her body arched at the feel of his lips and a low groan of pleasure emanated from inside her. Her back arched in accordance with the descent of lips upon her body. His mouth leaning towards his immediate left to worship the full orbs of flesh resting upon her chest. As his warm tongue took to running a wet trail across the tip of her already aroused nipple, she gasped audibly and reached outward to wrap her arm soothingly behind his head. His face mashed into her breast, he continued to expertly move his tongue as if a painter of the brink of his masterpiece. Idle hands crept upward to her unhindered bosom and used his thumb to lightly stroke her other nipple into erection. All the while the both of them became restless, eager, and more unabashed in thought.

As her mood rose, so did her bravery, and while his lips rested on her thick and excited nipples, other parts of her anatomy begged for attention. Biting her lower lip, she tightened the grip on his neck and gently ( yet forcefully ) pushed his face lower onto her body. He smiled at her enthusiasm, allowing his view to cascade down her stomach all the while offering the softest of kisses until he reached her inner sanctum. To better appropriate himself to the task at hand, he grasped the outside of her thighs and drew her into him before applying lips to the tender bulb between her legs. A gasp of ecstasy soon became a squeal of delight as her eyes closed and embraced the sweet surrender of power for pleasure. Breathing became labored as soft panting gave way to “ Oh yes..” and “ Oh my God!”. He was an expert in pleasing and required no coaching to see his purpose realized. He lashed her pearl with his thick tongue as if it had committed the most heinous of crimes, withdrawing the deepest of groans and the most primal of sounds from within her body.

He drank from her willingly as if she were an Oasis in the desert, occasionally slurping sloppily when the ambrosia ran over what he could contain, trickling down the side of his mouth as he dove in for more. Due to his dogged persistence and expertise, the deep didn't need to last very long as her body tensed to it's limitations. She became frantic as her breathing sped to new heights and her delicate fingers tightened around the black cherry scented bedsheets. As one hand gripped and nearly tore the fabric, her other remained steadfast on the back of his skull as she gyrated her hips forward in a slow grind that was normally reserved for dancing. The pace quickened as the sound of wet flesh slapping became muffled only due to heavy breathing and eccentric moaning before the words tore themselves from her mouth just before the climax. “ I....I'm about to cum....!”

Tidal waves of pleasure encompassed her body as she met her peak in a semi-violent spasm. Her back arched entirely off of the sheets and her body literally quivered as if torn between fury and passion. Toes folded sharply and voice lost itself into the confines of the purest quality of pleasure. He would have loved to watch her reaction to his handiwork, yet as she exploded the sweetest wine he'd ever tasted upon his mouth and lips, he never cease in action. It was because of this that as soon as the tide had begun to quell in lieu of the first orgasm, another hit only moments after and her body went right back into tension. “ DAMN!” she screamed, gasping as if the air itself had dwindled out of the room on a whim. Goosebumps riddled her body like a plague and sensation left her feet completely. She collapsed to the sheets beneath her as heavily as if she'd been dropped. Small beads of sweat had formed on various parts of her body and she couldn't have stopped her inner thigh from shaking if she'd been offered a million dollars. He rose from between her gates of Heaven, proud of his accomplished task, yet his eyes hungrily surveyed her form as a predator would survey his injured prey. She found herself helpless before him, casually wiping her thumb against her mouth to mask the fact she'd salivated over the power of the twin orgasms. Before she could speak, she felt the pressure of hardened flesh the density of stone press against her inner thigh. The bulb of his swelled sex pressing against her gates like a battering ram. She couldn't have kept out the powerful intruder even if she wanted to...but she didn't. She embraced the thought of arousing him to this state and would see that he was made to experience the same pleasure bestowed upon her. His fingers crept along her stomach to secure a place on her waist while his other hand grasped her full breast and slowly, painfully, drew his waist forward towards her in penetration that caused her to erupt for a 3^rd time into a pleasure attack that only left her whimpering and clutching for dear life.

“ Don't worry....” he reassured her, a seductive and casual smile playing upon his handsome features as he continues to insert his entirety into her throbbing entrance.

“....I'll START slow..”

HeadAche ( Part 1 )

Sorry if I'm distant, I was aware but you prolly missed it.
I've had alot on my mind, bad thoughts, though I resisted.
It's just hard to come to terms when your mental yearns for stimulation. But all these girls want is drama and jewels; lack of education. In anticipation we try to intertwine our lives but convos get cut short. Why?
Ha, Basketball Wives.
I criticize that and you get all evil. For what? You act like we ain't got Tivo.
Record that shit and lets get back to THIS issue. Why every time you leave you act like I don't miss you? Prolly cause you thought up some bullshit your home girl brought up in a misguided attempt to try and get me caught up!
I'd rather leave out and get a cooler head before the situation gets worse and damage starts to spread. You making accusations.. 'Oh, you going to get some head! I already looked through your iPhone and when I catch the bitch, she's dead"
Right....
I'ma grab my keys, grab some drinks and lose this dead weight. Damn, I could have really done without this fuckin Headache..

Pain Is Love. ( Even If It Isn't )

She hated him. There was no question to it. The caramel tint of her eyes burned with flames of disgust as soon as his name was uttered. It could be said in honest accident, mentioned by unknown people on the street, or even blurted out in a tv sitcom and the air in her presence would turn stagnant. Suffocating. Pictures that had once adorned their ( now HER) apartment had been viciously ripped from their frames and shredded by bleeding fingers. Fingers injured from the frantic reaction of breaking the thin glass which held their portrait. He'd hurt her AGAIN. She'd never forgive him. Not for his lies, not for his games, broken promises, and certainly not now as crimson liquid began to plummet to the floor. Yet, it wasn't the only thing that fell from her body. Beyond those cold, angry eyes was the midst of water that fell from her lashes and stained her cheeks, only to mingle with the blood that tattered the tile floor. That quiet aching inside her mind to wish everything was still okay and that he'd be back to beg and plead to fix things. As angry as she was, she knew deep down she'd accept his empty promises willingly just to have a semblance of hope of things reverting to normal. Tears turned to sobs as anger turned to longing. The vicious words exchanged before that final door slammed no longer meant anything. The low hum of her cell receiving a call rattled behind her, and she lashed outward immediately to grasp it, the glass on the ground yet again gnashing into her skin as droplets of blood cried tears down her arm. None of that mattered presently, however, as she took a breath of composure to answer the call. His call.
"Hello?" It took all her willpower to contain the brokeness of her voice.
"I wanna come home. I'll be there in a few. We'll talk...cool?" His voice lax, insensitive.
"....okay.." she managed, barely above a whisper. " I love..."
*Click*
She wiped her nose carelessly with the back of her sleeve, heaving a deep sigh of relief. He'd be home soon...and then they'd be able to fix it. She'd make sure of it this time.

I Could Hate You.

I Could Hate You

I could hate you for what you did, how you did it, and why.
I could hate you for how you left; chucking deuce to the sky.

I could hate you for what you didn't tell me when you had the chance.
I could hate you for involving me in that silly romance.

I could hate you for making me waste time, money, and energy.
You lied with that smile, saying 'You'll always have a friend in me”

I want to hate you, because truthfully, you really cut me deep.
My clothes would be drenched in my pain, if emotions could secrete.

I want to hate you for being there when times were really hard.
You comforted my anxiety, knowing I was deeply scarred.

I want to hate you for soft kisses and sleeping in my arms as we rest.
Our love was amazing, but our love-making was the best.

I could never hate you for talking to me so late on the phone.
Exchanging opinions and laughs, wishing we had each other alone.

I couldn't hate you for our first meeting, you were cocky and sure.
Your first words to me - “Damn, they don't play good music anymore..??”

So I guess I'll never hate you; it was just a part of the ride.
But I'd never want you back....neither dead or alive.

I Just Wish You Knew ( A Female P.O.V. )

I just want you to know.
The first moment you saw me, I knew you wanted me.
I played hard to get; couldn't let you get what you wanted just because you wanted it.
You could burn a hole through a wall staring so hard at me. Through me.
Maybe you want more than I think? Maybe I should just let you taste...??
We touch.
I love it.
You LOVE it.
We love it.
I think I love.....
You've pulled away.
Your eyes drift towards empty corners of the room now.
No longer burning through walls. Not even enough heat to burn a cigarette.
I call. You ignore. I call. You ignore. I text....”Why?!”
The first moment you saw me, I KNEW I knew that was all you wanted!
I was stupid for thinking it was more than only physical...

A Woman's Venom

“A Woman's Venom”

The serene smile upon her face betrays what lies beneath within her darkened soul. Her infectious laugh that serenades from parted lips doubles as a guillotine raising in preparation for murder. Entrancing gaze boast the ability to captivate for hours as well as pierce through a man as a carnivore would. Her deadliest feature is and will always be the sharpness of her tongue. Positively, it can bring out the absolute best in a man in pride and ego.

Strength.

Pride.

Courage

Confidence.

The limits of it's pleasure are equally endless. However, when that appendage is turned into a weapon, it can cause destruction and devastation that is unrivaled. Quickly cutting through to the core of a man's spirit and seeking injury through seething lacerations.

Reducing him.

Denouncing him.

Revoking him.
Belittling him.

Stripping him of the very essence he based himself from and established pride. So quickly can the sweetest ambrosia turn into the most bitter venom. What once soothed and comforted the soul now seeks to wound it down to it's very essence. As quickly as you're lifted upon a jewel encrusted pedestal, you're shoved off and sent tumbling towards an Oblivion of doubt, shame, regret and brokenness.

The only cure for the venom of a woman is the ambrosia spawned from the same source.

A Paradox, if there ever was one...

..If Only For The Night

From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. It was as if she was everything he could have possibly wanted a woman to be...a Goddess personified. Her skin was tinted the color of the richest caramel, full luscious lips lightly glossed over to look as inviting as a ripened peach. Every time she smiled it was if he was basking in the rays of the Sun on a inviting spring day. It was a pleasure to be in her presence, and his honor to share a bed with her, if only for one night. Who was to say another night was completely out of the question? He'd consider that later....much later. Regardless of the future, tonight the Goddess was all his.

The crimson lights of his bedside clock flickered as the digits of the clock changed to 9:11 am. If his blinds hadn't been closed so tightly, the bedroom would have been illuminated with the budding start of a new day. The soft hum of the A/C served to be the only sound in the room as he nestled closer into her body. Clothing had been lost hours ago, strewn across the room and discarded as if it never belong on their bodies to begin with. The violet dress she'd worn the night before still shimmered in the darkness, carelessly tossed upon the floor along with various undergarments they'd adorned merely 6 hours ago.

His body pressed against her own from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as if a child selfishly clutching his favorite toy. He nestled against the crook of her neck, offering soft kisses as he became lost under her fountain of tight, black curls. Her soft, curvy frame felt just right underneath him, and she responded by pushing herself backward against his own, running her delicate fingers across his arm in a soothing motion before groaning softly as she roused from sleep enough to mumble. “.....what time is it..??.”

He smiled at her, barely raising his head to glance at the clock before settling back against her and offering her shoulders light kisses. Even now, the smell of her perfume intermingled with the scent of the moist sheets where they'd enjoyed each other to the fullest extent. It was intoxicating...and she was undeniable. The voice of angels yet again cut the silence when she spoke, slightly nudging him before turning on her side to face him in bed. Her coiled hair fell perfectly over the left side of her face, emerald eyes staring into his own as if looking to devour his soul.....and at this point, the offer was quite tempting to him.

“ Good morning...” he offered, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. They tasted of sweet wine and passion, a flavor he could learn to relish and a taste he wouldn't hesitate to drink from. He'd only met her the night before, at a club no less. Who'd have thought he would find his perfect woman at a most imperfect venue? “ Don't tell me you have somewhere to be this morning....doesn't another hour in bed sound tempting? Afterwards, I could get up and fix breakfast....”. Her head tilted to the side in an inquisitive manner. “ Oh, you cook too? Aren't you the catch..” Her every movement captivated him, entrancing his thoughts and stimulating his senses. She leaned forward, brushing her ambrosia-soaked lips against his own again before rising from her laying position and setting her feet upon his carpeted bedroom and strutted casually to her discarded clothing and began to redress herself.

Though the view of her tender, perfectly shaped body would have normally left him speechless, he felt compelled to ask “ Is that a no?”, throwing on his patented pitiful face in an attempt to get her to stay. She chuckled at him, finally fitting herself back into that tight purple dress, taking a brief seat to slide her matching heels back underneath her feet. Standing with a renewed sense of self, she grabbed her pocketbook off the table and shrugged. He felt the slightest pang of disappointment strike his heart as she approached the doorway, turning back to look at him again with that seductive-yet-playful smile. His Goddess...if only for the night. Perhaps for another night? Perhaps for the rest of their lives? Only time would tell......until she parted those perfect lips and spoke for one last time.

“ I would stay....trust me I would.” she said, flipping her hair as she turned to walk away. “But my husband's flight lands in an hour and he hates being picked up late...”

He watcher her hips as she walked away, only able to tear himself away from them as she opened his door, walked out, and gently closed it shut behind herself. Yet again the room was silent, this time broken by his chuckle as he fell back against the pillow comfortably, lounging in her scent and the warmth accumulated on her side of the bed. “ Damn....” he laughed out loud, staring at the ceiling as thoughts raced through his mind of the whole ordeal.

“.......never got her name...”