Sweet and Gentle

Sweet and gentle thoughts filled her. The breeze firmly combing through her curly auburn hair. She thought of his strong but gentle hands, how they touched her, caressing her face, her shoulders. Her thoughts turned to the night before. His sensual weight pressing against her, her body aroused and excited... and beautiful, flesh to flesh, their sweet sweat mingling, her gentle moans and crescendo of pleasure, his warmth filling her. They lay for long moments in each others arms, burly strong arms holding her. Words of passion whispered in her ear, and so many times she heard his, "I love you." He was the only man for her, her interest in others, none! Oh so strong and beautiful, he made her feel safe. She looked at his building searching for his window, a window she knew well. As she left each morning, after a night of his pleasure, he teased her, walking out on his twentieth story balcony, handsome in his nakedness. Was that his window? A fleeting glance (hard to tell from this angle), a vision of him, a woman beside him, both naked. -She had to admit the woman was... beautiful.- No matter, an instant of bad judgement, a mistake, he is a man! He was still hers... for the moment. It seemed she had been walking all morning, her feet hurt. The long walkways, the sidewalks and the never ending stairs, but she was content. She would talk to him and forgive him and life would be perfect. The breeze blew harder now, straightening her curly locks smoothly over her shoulders. Her dreamy thoughts still running through her head, "He will be so pleased, tonig... Only for an instant did she feel the pain, as the warmth of the pavement brought silence to her flattened brain. Poem with a CHILLING TWIST-2nd Place Frank Herrera 9/9/2015