You can never be sure when holding the gaze of a stranger especially when the eyes hypnotize and never seem to waver and if the conversation stands sincere and if when she asks me to sing, if she believes I'll not hesitate to lean in and I didn't.

I found in her lips the softness of fond memories and I found in the rythim of her reflexes answers to the questions stradling my cerebellum, she struck a chord through whatever I was wearing with movement that mimicked wearing nothing at all, she doesn't neglect an opportunity to touch me in the places I forget turn me on, and it's a desperate pace when skin is the only masking of souls, I would take my time but her patience is useless like her clothes on the floor, without purpose, in fact she had no patience at all.

She only needs and I am here to fullfill the need, and the strength in her legs lifts us both off of the bed when she realizes this is now... so she sings for me.

Her stature is such that my imagination is the only construct, she moves through the change ups like a fairy on a trapeze, she dances when in control and puts my hands where they need to be, and theres no setting that exists that could hold the scale of this. I held her up with one hand and myself with the other, if we have to hit the floor we will, but not yet, not until you cum again and again, not until I hear the unintelligiable syllables the ones that make small animals believe the end is near because the angels are singing.

We've stopped moving and are caught up in the lingering and holding onto it while it melts into our memory. And then we realized that theres nothing stopping us from going there again so we did, and it's the next morning... and I can still smell her everywhere.

Tell me why you thought I wouldn't call?