A guy falls in love. He really does. He meets a girl from the other end of town, he’s head over heels about her. Tragically he sits there, sipping some hot coffee, reading a novel along the shores of the lake, waiting for some sort of a bloody sunset, watching her but nothing he can do except get lost in her fantasies of wife and kids. He saw one in her. Because She’s that kind of a woman, the prettiest of them all, unlike anything he’s ever seen before. The way her lips curl every time she articulates words, her eloquence, it’s like she was born in the land of the Queens. The way she subtly crosses her legs under the table beneath her velvet skirt makes your hands yearn to glide through the goosebumps of her inner thighs.
And the guy is a funny guy, charming and all the manly decorum he bears. He says things that he doesn’t even mean. He says anything to get the cookie bouncing and rolling. But he’s in love, why be surprised? He does things too. Call him crazy, He has the cash, he knows how well to spend it. He allocates time for her, promises her of hues of the blues and a future worth every single breath she takes. She knows no better, she wants him for all she cares. She craves him wholly in her bones, to feel him in every nautical of her spine. She experiences migraines at the thought. The idea of not having him in her makes her drive all the way from the oceans to the shorelines, to get a glimpse of what she misses. Just to taste how he feels, even if it means having him on the emblem of her inner lips just to make her call out in soft moans, to let her body jut forth and back. He doesn’t even need to go deeper. But it’s love, why even act surprised? Remember all those childish stuffs you once did in the name of love ?? Do you still do them?
Soon, the girl is engraved in a turmoil. She grows fast and decides that she wants to leave home. She says she wants to be an independent woman, this thought excites the guy. But what can she really do, when the only way to leave home and be independent is by having a stable job? When it’s hard to find one in a city such as this. So she almost forgets about it, but the guy comes along and swiftly scoops her off her feet when she least expects it. He knows a guy who knows a guy who can get her a real job. So he makes calls here and there and submits the paper work. Two weeks later she receives a phone call that she has landed a job in a communication company. So she braces herself, moves into the other city, she moves in with him, because they’ve just killed two birds with one strike. There are shots for celebration.
In the first month of her stay, we get to know each other deeply. Lots of conversation and confirmation of her likes and dislikes. Helping her out to settle down, and making her feel at home, getting to make new friends around, introducing her to everyone, because that’s what you do when you’re in love with the best, you’re proud of her. At night, in the gloomy room, we sleep soundly not before kissing her lips, and munching her neck. We sleep soundly not before pulling her close to me, to have her legs wrapped around my waist. We sleep soundly not before undressing her, and pulling off her panty, to have her kick them out in haste. To let her buckle off my pyjama to let out my shaft. And the first time I got to know how she loved it. She loved it slow and rough. The girl loves it, enjoys it, every second of it, the thrust, the sweat, when her nails engraves on my back like a painter’s brush on a canvas. She likes it and I adore it when she calls my name, “oooh Phiiiill. ….. oooh yeaaah. ….. aaaaaauch. …” the ecstasy of her moans when she bites her lower lips.
Months elapsed and it’s all beautiful. She’s there, I’m there , living together, like we are meant for each other. She embraced the job. We become the couples that everyone wants to be. The love, the simplicity of our lifestyles. She could get off from work, to find me in the kitchen doing utensils, she’d hug me from behind and I’d turn around and kiss her. Some other time she’d find me making some hot porridge, when it’s cold after the rains, and we’d sit on that favorite couch, having a convo while sipping. Because what’s more to be treasured than a convo in a relationship, what ? There’s this one time she found me on the couch, she changed into my baggy T-shirt, then came and sat on me. She took my phone and threw it away, dipped her hands inside my pants and held my shaft. And I was beginning to question her intentions, only for her to reveal she had nothing under. I have never believed in magic, but that moment she dipped me inside of her molten state, all I could say was some Abracadabra.
Her family misses her. Her mom misses her. She kept telling them she’d go home soon. I really want her to go back home, I really want her mom to see how healthy I’ve kept her. I want her mom to ask, “who’s this man who knows how to treat you right? I want to meet with him.” I want that. So she takes a two week off, because it’s an emergency at home, mom’s sick. So she hurries to see her. Delightfully I send her off. 7 days fades and mom recovers. 7 days pass and we keep conversing over the phone. She tells me how her family is happy. They’re overwhelmed by her sight, how grown she looks, more mature and healthy. I tell her to say hello to them. 2 weeks elapses, and she ain’t coming back home yet, she’s saying her family still needs her. I miss her. She tells me she misses me. And I’m afraid of having a phone convo when I miss her. The third week elapses and I ask her, “baibe, when are you coming back home??” She takes her phone, and I imagine her thinking deeply, then replies after awhile, she says, “but baibe I’m home..”, then she quickly sends another text saying, by the end of this week. The week ends and she never shows up.
I’m getting more worried about the job, thinking that she might lose it when she prolongs her stay. So I phone the HR who is a friend, to ask her about the status of my girl’s leave.
“Hello Julie, how long did she take a leave?”
“Leave. … ?? Rebecca, didn’t take a leave.”
“What do you mean she didn’t take a leave?”
“She resigned.”
The HR is my friend, so I imagine She’s pulling one of those friendly pranks on me, but she sounds serious,. But I doubt her, fools day was 30 days ago, and maybe she’s compensating her missed opportunity for fooling me. So I ask her to send me the copy of the resignation letter.
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As written by Phill Ibsen
( Master of Descriptions )
A Heart_Art_Poetics productions
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