I would have it all

Sliding door #1

She smiles. She kisses him. Held his head upon her breast. He sends shivers down her spine. They take off their clothes. Bite each other. Scratches her nails in his back. Make love there, on the wall. Their feet leave the ground… Then on to bed.. Screams. Cum. Hugs, Caress. Her hair. His eyes. Breaths. Breath taking moves. Tears of pleasure. Sleep


Sliding door #2

She sees him smiling. He touches her. He is good. He wants her. She likes him, he’s nice. What’s wrong about that, as Tony Parsons would say… Nothing’s wrong with that. It just ain’t enough… Never mind. She’s drunk anyway. A kiss. Tastes good. Could be the other guy’s kiss, only not that good. She knows. He knows. She knows he knows. But he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on in that pretty little head of hers… Maybe he doesn’t care that much. Maybe he’s not used to thinking about [the other] sex that way. Maybe he’s not that smart… But he’s going to bed with her, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters, isn’t it? “No, it isn’t”, she’d say if she cared enough to speak. But… you don’t necessarily have to kill the one you love. You can avoid that. Just love what you’d kill anyway…


Sliding door #3

Nightime. Bedtime. No stories. No smiley lights. No sleep-tight music on. Nothing. Just her body. Breathing in & out… She wonders where he’d be. In her hours of need… but, who needs love like that, anyway? And, somewhere, in a bar, a band called Blackeyed Susans is playing that song…
“I walked in her streets and I drank in her bars
Laid on my back and counted her stars,
Scratched at her door, until she let me in…”
That song should have been a number one hit – it wasn’t even released as a single…
That guy should have been right beside her, in the same bed – she didn’t even know his whereabouts…


breathe in… breathe out