THE BUTTERLY EFFECT...
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(AIJA M. BUTLER)
MONIQUE…
Sigh…moan….and a smack of my lips. He was right about the
transformation. True passion can’t be tamed. The water tinkled into my bath of
milk and honey and I nearly drowned in my thoughts of him. His baseline crept
into my thoughts while I drove and chimed in while I conducted business. I
nearly ran into the men’s room to get a quiet space to soothe my burning
desire. My head hit the stall door skirt hiked up to my waist and I was in full
bloom. Slightly, embarrassed…I reached sexual peak.
Moan…sigh…rolling my eyes…, I waited … for the invitation to
speak intimately. His instrument soothed my soul, and massaged my inner most
thoughts and desires. We have yet to touch. My mental quaked with a
reverberation of loves joy. My feet lost
balance and the heat of the room began to burn holes in my oversized tee…
Shower’s head became my new best friend up to about six
showers a day. Lost in the emotions of him he whispered into my ear. The word, “hey,”
became my point of exhalation. The steam of the shower formed shadows…a silhouette
of him…hand prints formed in the glass. Our bodies joined and we became one. It
all flowed so clear…it was as though he was there. He whispered I’m here. It’s
over…
When I came to he was gone. But his print was singed into my
burning skin. His name became a perforating tattoo on the small of my back.
Drifting closer into an abyss of insanity, I fell into a deep coma hoping the
hours of the day would simply float away.
There wasn’t a moons pass that he didn’t show…my sheets
crumbled beneath me and my nails scaled the wall just behind my beds head. The room
was in disarray as though it were broken into. The curtains blew in crisp winds…startling
my urges…my legs to sway…my heart to jump…then again it flowed from parted
lips. The simple greeting that shook my room. “Hey…,” his instrument played
into my starving ear. His baseline…that was driving me insane…
Moan…sigh….smack of my lips…waiting to exhale…
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