Ulterior Motives

I looked at her lying still besides me. Her chest moved with every breath. Fast asleep. I can’t sleep. I move a strand of hair from her face; the dark black curls wrap my fingers. Her milky white skin is inviting me to kiss her. I long to see her eyes; I wish to immerse myself in them. Even when she spoke I would be lost in her eyes, lost in the depth of them. Her nakedness did not call me any longer. I wanted to see her eyes once more. I had stared into them the whole time. Even as she squirmed and screamed with pleasure, I had only been captivated by her eyes.

Now, I longed for them once more. I wanted them.

I kissed her mouth and kept my eyes open. I awaited. She smiled and there they were. Her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me close to her. I held myself over her. A tiny freckle on her right cheek welcomed me. I knew what she wanted. I did not dare blink to not miss a moment. I felt myself get lost in her sky blue eyes. I never blinked. Even as she squirmed and screamed with pleasure.

Waltz at Window

I stared at the windowsill. I observed the broken, battered wooden frame of the window. A sparkling diamond seemed to shine from it. I pressed it and rubbed it about; a clean spot in the dusty windowsill. So many years of my life and all I had left was this window. This frame. This dust. This glass. This broken wood.

I felt the grooves of wood at my fingertips. I examined it, shifting my empty glance upward. I caught a glimpse at my reflection. The beard stubs mix-matching between pitch black and white. A blink-less stare. A lost expression.

I pushed the window up. I felt a calm, soothing breeze lash against my face. I felt my hair dance in the wind. If only I could feel as it felt. I felt nothing. The wind waltzed. I swallowed.

I stared at the broken frame and gripped it. My hair danced to and fro. If only I could feel as it felt.