The morning air is pure, soft and sweet. We are laying here skin on skin playfully debating when we next shall meet.
She swears it will be soon, but I must disagree, the next time will only come when she finds herself in need. Who knows when that will be?
Her wondrous lips tell me more lies, to a certain degree I believe them. Although that should not come as a surprise.
Her brown hair is long, and her thoughts are deep. Her touch brings a sensation that makes it difficult for me to speak.
So in silence I rummage through my many thoughts, continually wondering why the urge to hold her cannot be fought.
I light a cigarette and watch her green eyes fill with sadness when the conversation takes a turn towards today’s regret.
A passionate moment we have found in this sin. Sharing out souls and looking within. Still our habit continues and in a few hours she will be gone.
My lover will go home where she is a wife and a mother. Some of her mornings and some of her nights belong to me, but the rest of her life is another’s.
While my scent still lingers on her skin, he will ask where she has been. “Nowhere.” is the response she will offer him.
So before then I soak in every look, every touch and every sigh. For having these memories, makes it easier to say goodbye.