In-Shannity

I knew when the weather had broken and winter had given way that I was in love with her. Her parka had parted and shown her inner beauty to my blinded eyes. She was so far beyond something that I deserved that she departed the next day. She left me in vapors; rolling crooked smokes with wrinkled rolling papers. She was a curious coincidence that coincided with my catastrophic year. She was a blessing without a hint of a disguise. She was blatant. She was abrupt. She was naked beneath my sheet before I knew it and the world had gone mute. We were intertwined with friendship and our lips danced upon one anothers. Her hair was a portable potpourri and the bouquet splashed in my face like wine. The first words from her mouth were soothing and, and, and enveloped me in silken whisper songs. There was no way of knowing before hand the methods of body manipulations she implemented to induce such a physical response.  My body squirmed with pain and pleasure as she slid up and down my torso. I was broken by bashful eyes that screamed for salvation. We were a match, a set, a couple, and in hand cuffs.

The night had ended with panting while wrapped in damp sheets on the hard wood floor. She let a hand lay gracefully on my thigh before telling me that she had to leave. She tactfully placed her undergarments upon her slender frame and retreated to the facilities. I followed suit and had my boots laced before she returned. She refused to make eye contact. I placed my hands in my hopelessly exposed pockets and departed. Not a word was uttered. The sound of the streets surrounded me entirely for many blocks.

An indeterminate amount of blocks had passed me by before a small smooth arm slid between my ribs and elbow. Her body pressed to mine. I froze in my tracks. The sudden stop swung her around and our lips instantly locked. The fact that we were in the middle of a busy intersection mattered not. Cars honked and created a chaotic cacophony that we couldn’t possibly care less about. When the horns died down I assumed the lights had changed again so we carried on. When the horns started again we walked towards the center of the city.

Her hips were miracles that thankfully rubbed against mine. We walked as a single entity for miles.  Abruptly her shockingly strong arm gave a tug and my body was unwillingly placed on a park bench. In the same motion she faced me and was on my lap milliseconds later. Her body was warm and gyrating. She produced a pipe, and a pouch , from a pocket I had never seen before, and began packing it. I watched in amazement as her fingers knitted over the glass. The pipe was on my lips before I knew it. The night was ours. But only just this once.

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