Predictions

I wrote this saturday morning when I was at the coast. Its the same as in my notebook with less spelling errors and more punctuation though.


A new dawn was breaking as she slide out of a warm but only half welcoming bed. Confusion and passion collided to clutter the judgment on one half while the other could have begged for it. Whimpered in pleasure as the shock wave from each small gesture against bare skin rocked her to him. Gentle wandering of hands striving to control their intent for fear of reprimand that would never come. A body light demanding, pleading moving for more. But nothing came like the flash that brought it on. Her body blushed and pulsing as she moved to the window. Sleeping past the ocean sunrise made her sad but the warmth that had been her's for a moment burned hotter on her cool skin then any burn the sun might force upon her. How she had waited for the press of those soft lips to her skin. Though it would have made it harder to accept the haste end. She was a lot of thing but none she regretted and so she moved away. This morning would not be the first time she would walk into being a regret. nothing but the physical attraction a need and a want to be fulfilled on one half and a kind hearted feeling absorbed by the desire for it all. The waves battered the shore and they were like her understanding of it all. One moment there the next gone back out to sea to change and transform. The golden light was faded through the curtains she was curled up next to. Opening or moving them would run the risk of waking his restless seep. It might have all just been a dream on her part even though it felt so true. Or he might never have known what it was that he actually did to her. She imagined the later as he tossed and turned. It was less disheartening to think he simply had no idea what he was doing. In the hours he would wake and light would shine into a faded room she would not waver in how badly she craved him. Not wanting him had never been an option of at least not a good one yet still smiles painted her lips with every look and eyes glittered with glee at every accidental blush. How has she gotten herself here dreaming of a life not meant for her, seeing the oceans power. Alone yet so sharply aware that was false even with the distance. An escape from the regular reality that haunted her. No matter what became of her or him the next few hours or even days it would all vanish once their everyday world was forced back in them. No secret glances exchanged, no sudden trips, no light airy conversation about nothing but the whole world would take up their time. It would be a far off memory to be thought of differently by each and to slowly be forgotten.

And it was soon to be found indeed it had been a mistake. Not to be mentioned. An illusion passing in the night not something to be shown to the morning light. There was no sense of regret just the still lingering desire that in her ming she had seen part of in him., Not often was she the one to feel fire. Her life was to give fire, ignite passion ad create a world of sin for others. How was she know her feelings would be so hot and wild. The crisp clear light of the white sun changed her back to a regular girl. With simple wants for a man to far away to be reached ever though she had thought there was a chance. How she didn't already know chances were nothing but sweet simple lies.