She wishes he could be as forgettable to her as she is to him. She wishes for the ability to wipe him from her thoughts, her dreams, her body memory, from her erotic longings as easily and cleanly as his own process of erasure. She wishes and hopes and attempts to forget. But time and again her body betrays her, for there he is just as she opens herself to the pleasures of the flesh, just as the light blinds her eyes and the orgasm screams through and out of her.
There he is.
There he is before her, behind her, pressed softly, firmly into her. There is his voice, his scent, the taste of his kiss on her lips. There is his desire; the desire that speaks to her, somehow knows her, the desire whose subtleties and complexities, whose primal urgencies and lingering sensualities uncannily feel just like home.
I highly doubt you could be unforgettable to anyone!
Minx your words are too too poignant. But undeniably beautiful..
how could you be forgettable?!
i love 'primal urgencies and lingering sensualities'…
Unforgettable in every way… And forever more, that's how you'll stay…
I'm new to your blog, love the way you write. Keep up the good work đŸ˜‰
You know…my comment came out backwards…
Hope you know what I mean!! :-P_
Os: I understood you perfectly. Hmmm… That's a little frightening. đŸ˜›
LGS: I'm so grateful you could find the beauty here…
That Girl: Oh, you're too kind, lovely. Unfortunately, we can all lose our shine.
And I rather like the phrases too as they capture his duality unlike any other…
Mit©helangelo: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback. I hope you enjoy the Cake… đŸ˜‰
This is typically the position I'm in. I haven't been lately, thankfully, but this post rings very true to me.
While I very much appreciate that this piece speaks to you, I'm happy you're not in this unenviable position, Letch…
There is much better to come, don't look back.
There are those very few who touched our lives so profoundly that we just can't forget them. Forgetting is such a waste.
I find myself wondering if he could ever forget you, Minx.
~EA
Frenchy: Thank you for your wishes, lovely. Oddly enough, writing about it helps soothe the mind and body while I move forward…
EA: You are too generous, EA. As I sit here, I find myself wishing you're right…
France: It seems you have hit the nail on the head, my dear. Twice. To forget such a man would be wasteful indeed…