And There You Were.
I knew I'd see you again. But still, you managed to surprise me. "Hello, my friend,” I said, maintaining unreadable eyes. I refused to let you know the joy I felt at your presence. "Hello, yourself," you answered.
We walked awhile ~ talked about work, life, love. You were your mildly paternalistic, but caring self. And I was drawn, astonished at the transformation. Where was my dark, dying, poetic companion of old? Gone with the wind, you explained. "Ahhh, that is good," I said. I looked down and smiled, truly pleased.
You suggested we continue catching up over a meal. "Sure,” I said. "As a matter of fact, I hear the hotel on the corner has a nice restaurant." Lusty friends had told me tales of pleasant dinners there, before wild romps. I had to giggle to myself when I considered how little you knew of me now. There was a piece of me that truly wanted to show you, but I bit back the desire. What good could come of it?
As the meal flew by, and you told me stories of your world, I noticed you looking at me more deeply. The mixed drink and intensity of your interest brought a flush to my cheeks. Some looks are universal, but I honestly never thought I'd see that look in your eyes. A year of neglect had convinced me of it. I diverted my own eyes and came to some resolve. "Do you have a place to stay?" I asked. "No. I only came to see you," you answered. Amazing, I thought. "Let's check you in," I suggested, "I can afford it, and you must be tired." You began to hem and haw about how you hated the thought of taking advantage of me. "Don't be silly,” I answered. "After all, what are friends for?"
To your room we went. You invited me in. Ahhhh, I thought, as I realized how long I had been waiting for this. You hugged me suddenly, with all the energy of our first exchanges. I was taken off guard by the passion, but perhaps should not have been. One more drink and I knew I would be ready. I sat on the sofa and downed my kamikaze. As I went to place the glass upon the desk, you reached for me and pulled me to you on the bed. Sensually your hands slid over me. Again I was surprised that you should feel so comfortable, but this time I was prepared. "Close your eyes," I whispered. As you did, I rose from the couch and grabbed my scarf. I gently blindfolded you and noted, with delight, your indrawn breath. I grabbed the curtain ties then ~ how convenient ~ and bound your hands and feet to the bedposts. You breathed heavily and whispered my name. "Soon," I answered.
I walked to the desk, wrested pen from my purse, and found the hotel stationery. With a satisfied smile, I wrote, "And now you know better, my friend, than to FUCK with ME." I gently placed my note on the desk, gathered my things, and slammed the door shut on my way out.
I sometimes wonder how long it took for you to be freed, but then I think, "Not nearly long enough."
~Sparks~
Labels: Living In The Moment, The Other Side Of Me
