Disappeared for a Minute

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The scene was vivid. It was 8: 59 a.m. I felt when he touched me and I saw him smile. In that familiar room, I could smell his cologne and it whipped me with weakness every damn time. That bloody gaze too! The fierce staring and reading of my pages, getting ready to open and tear, and at the column too. We were here again in this expensive space, ready to turn days spent impatiently apart into a Holy Communion ceremony, but not one marked with the blood and the bread of Jesus but with the temptation and the lure of the devil. This was wrong.....oh, how wrong was this!

The shower was the hot spot, like literally hot! Raspy breathing that trailed down my neck and then my back until it beckoned me closer to you. Like a stupid puppet, I released control to you my master. Your lips were like a bandage to my wounded spirit, plastering every ounce of longing that led up to me finally being able to see you. One hit and I could walk again, such a miracle worker you were. I bet even Jesus would be offended. Kissing you was like finding bulks of money along a paved road with no one there to claim it. Euphoric!

Stripped by now and only clothed by warm and heightened passion, fireworks exploded. My face bore into the wall leaving just enough room for me to glance back and catch your face. What a thrill to see you invested in making sure that I never left, that I always craved, that I always desired. Satan really does come up to Earth every now and then, doesn't he? Gyrations that could give a blind woman such as myself shocking palpitations, were your favourite offerings and my oh my, how gladly I accepted. In and out and round and round, up and down and every cardinal direction, you made me come to you.....weak, then I slid slowly to the floor, to stay there, subdued, exactly where you loved to have me.

At the sound of my neighbour's voice, I jolted out of my seat. "What the hell?" I thought as I hurriedly checked the time, "9:00 a. m.," I gasped. This entire minute, one tiny minute, I was actually here in my living room, yet I retreated to revisit you somewhere in my mind. I thought the hatchet had been buried but it appeared that you are still very much alive. I disappeared for a minute to experience ultimate pleasure and then only to be reminded in the most wicked way that I will never have you. Isn't the devil real?

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