Keep on rising

The Doors-LA Woman (Paul Oakenfold remix)

So the meeting was set.  She promised to meet early.  She didn't.  She was late, way late.  Dark hair askew.    She proclaimed "Did you receive my text?"  Check of the phone. It had been sent ten minutes past.  Still after the time.  Her dress... comfortable casual.  He smiled inside.

An entry into the game.  A game, that at the end was nothing more than a game.  Indeed the mutual friend had even showed up before she.  So it was for the one, with the one, who knew all... save what was important.

The laugh.

Conversation began.  Talk progressed.  Fire in her eyes began to burn   Sultry sweet, as they affixed their gaze to him.   The spark that burned in his mind.  Potential, promise, or nothing.

He laughed.

He had been burned before.  Caustic touch bittersweet.  Did she know, how his hands long to caress, to heal, to draw, the pain from the one beneath.  She boasted of her beauty... but did she really know?  The fell of the pressure points along her supple.  They would heal.  She could be... at peace with that she... had made for herself.  She could do nothing...

But keep on rising.