70's Porno Music

Roper

Feb 14. 1973

Bev and I have met five days in the last seven since I met her in person. She always wanted me to talk about myself. But I was tired of sounding like a complete narcissist. So I asked her questions. Many of them.

Her name was Beverly. She loved lipstick and cigarettes. She watched a lot of TV and sang to The Rolling Stones. If she could be anything, she'd be Baby the bunny. She has a great fear of wasps but when it comes down to it, she'll never pass on a milkshake.

I couldn't lie. I was totally enamored by this woman. As much as it was too soon, I wanted to always be around this girl. Her laughs. Her lips. Her eyes. Her lipstick. She was the only person I've known who could look me in the eye with every word she spoke.

I couldn't fall in her love with her.

She was much too perfect. And I'm not. That's grounds for disaster. But I'll continue playing my role. I can't let her get too comfortable. But I want her to feel warm.

So I brought her roses today. It was probably a mistake. She told me she had a shoot today but would be off at 2. I remember where she lived when I walked her home after our third "date". She wouldn't let me call it a date and I wouldn't let her.

"It's just not something I do, anymore." She said. Still looking at home in the eyes with a camel color jacket two days ago.

Today, I arrived at her apartment at exactly 2. She arrived shortly, twenty minutes after I sat myself on the steps. Her frame was covered in this light blue coat with eye shadow to match.

She was really done up. I guess you had to be for photo shoots. When she saw me she looked confused for a moment but then a smile made its way on her face. She told me that she had to wash her face and the flowers I got were really beautiful.

This is the first time I was in her apartment. It was small and cozy. Eggshell paint covered the walls and mostly everything was wood or pink. While she rushed to her bathroom and I looked around.

Other than her bed not being made, everything had a place.

Even Baby the Bunny. Next to her bed, not plugged in but adorable. Really adorable.

I noticed Bev really loved makeup. There was a desk that lined her window, a huge window, with makeup piled on top. Types of makeup were separated.

Bev walked behind me. The roses were still in my hand. She told that was Baby and she was glad they we finally met. She grabbed the roses from my hand and sniffed them telling me this is what she saw in the movies even though she didn't think roses really had a smell.

Bev hurried to put them in vase and made her way back to me. I noticed that she was now in just a robe and her hair was pulled to the nape of her neck.

She is so beautiful.

This is the first time I've seen Bev without her lipstick. Her lips were naturally a burgundy color and a mole was right under her right eye. I didn't want to say I preferred her without makeup. I liked her either way.

She told me she didn't want to go out for Valentine's Day. There were too many couples. Somewhere we didn't belong. But my flowers were nice and I should stay.

She noted that I was staring at all her makeup and pushed me down on her bed.

She started with eyeshadow. It was pink and she painted my lids. She couldn't stop laughing. Especially when she painted my lips this coral color.

She couldn't stop laughing. I didn't know if she put it incorrectly because every time I pouted my lips, she snorted.

When it was all done. When brushes were scattered around us, Bev hugged me. Her lips hit my cheeks and then my lips. She squeezed me and said happy Valentine's Day.

And she kissed me again. And I swear I felt her tears hit my shoulders.