"i lay naked on top of the bedsheets, too exhausted to crawl up under them. she's exhausting. look at that, even the memory of her has me too fucked up to come up with another word in writing this. it's no exaggeration to say she literally drained every part of me and then walked away, smiling that smile of satisfaction of hers. and i smile another kind of smile into the pillow knowing i had something to do with that smile. the room is dark except for the shadows of trees on the wall and the light coming from the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. the shower's running, it's three in the morning and i can hear her singing at the top of her lungs, some song i don't know but i'm pretty sure her version would make even the person she got it from deny it. 3x. still, that's one of the reasons i love her. she doesn't care. i love her because she does not care. she can't sing but she doesn't stop because she doesn't care that i know she can't sing. she doesn't care that it's three in the morning and she's trying to overpower the shower with her voice despite the thin walls and the cranky neighbors. there's something about her recklessness, no, apathy i find refreshing, and dare i say, even comforting to me.
i drift in and out of consciousness until i feel her breath on my neck. the mere minutes that have passed since i last felt it seem like a lifetime ago. she whispers into my ear, words that i long to hear. "i love you baby and that love is forever". repeating them over and over as if to reassure me of something i already know. but i knew the first time we met that we were forever. despite the time that's passed and the distance separating us, nothing's changed between us. nothing. what i felt for her the last time i saw her is what i feel for her now. and her eyes tell me that i'm not the only one feeling this way. they burn with desire, with an intensity almost overwhelming to me. her breasts pressed against my back confirm what her eyes say, while her tongue on my neck initiates it. slowly she begins to slide her body up and down mine, kissing it and moaning until i can feel a wetness drip from her to me that i know isn't from her shower. "i want you babe", she says and with these words i am renewed. i turn to face her and she smiles because she knows she has my undivided attention now. and i smile because i know i have what i want. i flip her onto her back and get off the bed. her in a state of arousal is a sight that'll never get old. with closed eyes, her hands move down her body, her fingertips tracing circles around her erect nipples. her chest flush, and in between short, erratic breaths she calls out to me. yet i stay where i am, content to watch this scene play out before me. at least i am for now. seconds pass, minutes, as her hands move lower and lower until she finds the place she wants me to be. a place i never should've left. and again she reaches out for me to come to her. she's a siren and i'm odysseus, i can't resist her. and even homer himself couldn't find enough descriptive words to write about the passion we share.
she's my siren and i'm going to her. and i'm coming also."
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