Gemini

Marvin Gaye - I Want You remix

"It's my hair," she said.  She smiled.  "I'm going to win."  She didn't know.  Standing there.  Staring there.  It was her eyes.  It was always her eyes.  The passioned captured energy.  The turbulent sea underneath the placid appearance of the still blue.  She was a Gemini.  What imprortance was that?  Well, he was Gemini.  He knew.  The cut of the appearance against the turbulent sea that flowed within.  The contradictory, holding balance against all.  Perhaps it was earlier.

He had felt her clutch.  Her hold.  Her press.  Her soft, the delight in a moment stolen, her supple rub against his hard.  So supple.  So welcoming against him.  Perhaps longing for the feel, for the return somewhere, somehow, in the darkness.  How he longed, for the trace, that which could so easily be forgiven.  They had been surrounded in the dark after all.  The press.  The brush.  The draw along the gentle curve.  The rising soft slow of her tender rising forth.   The building, burning heat in the dark.  It could be forgiven just as easily as it could be savored.  It was the dark after all.

Yet... he was busy.  He had to do.  The project above all.  Yet she continued to simmer in his periphery.  She was beautiful... did she know.  Her form perfect topped by the smile so simple... so inviting... so seductive as it promised the refuge within the storm.  Eyes that promised shelter from the tempest of life raging.  She sent a message... would it be received.   All he had ever asked for was the word... proceed.  Envelop me.  Draw the burn from me.  Though they both knew... the fire would consume them both.

They were Gemini.

They could live with the dichotomy.  They enjoyed walking the line.  So it was.  All that awaited was a reason to cross.  They would dance on the line.  The boundary frozen between desire and the real.  Though both knew that reality is little more than a sedating comfort of the mind.  A stop check to the next.