THE PHONE CALL  

rm_Kissmystuff 61F
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12/4/2005 2:44 pm

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6/28/2009 3:12 pm

THE PHONE CALL

He called me tonight...and it was still there...
the thrill that used to go through me at the sound of his voice.
I shivered...and tried to keep my voice calm...
so I wouldn't betray the flush of warmth spreading throughout my body.
My nipples...through remembered habit...tingled...
the throbbing began in my groin.

Three years...2 months and 5 days...
I remember...almost to the hour...to the minute...
when WE were no more.
The image of his body came unbidden to my mind...
the remembered lingering touches...
the heat of him...the feel of him...the scent..the deep sound of him.

"How are you?", he asked. "I'm fine...and you?"
A short...awkward silence...
I wait for him to tell me why he's calling.
He clears his throat...

Again an image comes...
the strong throat I used to nuzzle...
exactly 7 kisses long
His sensual lips...whose outline I used to lightly trace with my fingertips.
He used to talk to me...
softly whisper to me...as he loved me...
asking me to answer...
knowing full well...
my words could not form around the moans...
escaping from my mouth.

"I'll be coming up to Minneapolis...
need to clean out my storage bin...
do you still have the key?"
"Yes...let me know when...
I'll have it ready for you."
...again...silence...then...
we both begin to speak at once...
we laugh...as our words tumble over each other.

He and I used to fight...
each of us so sure of our point of view.
When the tears spilled from my eyes...
he'd laugh...making me more angry...
and when I'd try to hit him...
he'd simply grab my wrists and hold them...
even with one hand...he was stronger than me.

He would melt away my anger...
as he began to kiss me...
clouding my mind...making me tremble...
even now the memory makes me weak.
Our apology to each other...
the loving...the laughter...
would last throughout the night.

How do people loose that feeling...
the passion...once so hot...
do we outgrow.. each the other...
needing more...than what the other holds?
I still think of him with fondness...
and know he also feels the same...
with the gentle way he treats me....
and the smile within his voice.

"Take care"...he says...
then pauses..as though there's really more...
the words unspoken...unexpressed...
are left hangng in the air.
Our goodbyes...softly spoken...
the memories...sweeping through the silence
The past is exactly that...no more...
the dial tone tells me so.

© copyright 4/12/05 jfc:


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