Sex & Love

Sugar & Salt

FROM HER
As I pack the last of my clothes into my suitcase, bludging like his pants when he sees me. I realise something, I haven't told anyone I'm going anywhere. I message my friends and parents, there all shocked, but I am not going to miss the opportunity of a spring romance in Italy. With I hope the love of my life. His footsteps come near before he hugs me around my waist, my head tilted up at him, he kisses my forehead. His hands are so warm, like a heating pad. He picks up my bags as I vacate the room and into the lounge before heading for the door, his footsteps close behind me. He lets me out and I close and lock the door behind us, as we head for his car. I am unsure which is his, before I know if we are in front of his car, a grey modernised Mercedes. Everything so clean, the windows spotless, and tinted dark. He puts the bags in back, and quickly rushes over to open the door for me. As I step in the car, he walks over to his door and gets in, he gets in and looks at me and kisses me. His eyes addicting. Why does he do this to me? How does he spark a feeling that is so unimaginably ambitious. His mind is filled with pride, his heart filled with lust.

His mind is a free place to explore, I picture myself minimised running through his head, my hands hugging his brain always, to keep him safe. My dainty arms his strongest form of protection, of defence from the world of greed, anger & misfortune. As I awake from my daydream, my body is still sat in his car half way down the highway, the sun radiating on his cheek, slowly stealing his soul as he makes his journey to depart to the country of spring and high rated olive oil. I explore the scars on his neck, pigmented but faded. It's like a choke of a man, his Father? I was not going to ask now anyway. It's definitely not the right time.