I Apolagize For The Inconveniences

Lighthouse

   As the the view of the old lighthouse began to fade so did the feelings of sadness. I couldn't be sad as the memories began to move in. The wonderful, beautiful, and love filled memories. His face flashed in my mind. His being flashed as if my mind was trying to put something together but I just didn't know what. With each piece of skin I remembered my heart grew so hot that I was afraid it would burn through my clothes.
   I imagined myself back in that old lighthouse again. I was with him. The corners of his soft pink lips turning upwards in the lopsided smile I loved so much. He moved closer, or maybe I did, the fact was we were close. His lips moved and his words came out in a warm breath that tickled the skin on my neck and face.
   His hand glided over mine resting on the ring I wore on my index finger. It was an heirloom, the one my mother had given me before giving into peaceful darkness. It had been my father's, it was his heritage in sparkling gold that had seen his life through the jewel that reminded of an eye.
   He took my hand in his, my heart beating like a grandfather clock. Tic tock tic tock. Ba bum ba bum. Tic bum. Ba tock. The sounds became one as his lips kissed my knuckles. My ear grew hot causing the handsome bastard chuckle. His tongue licked at my collar bone. Then my jaw. It travels to my ear where they were captured by his teeth. He nibbled and licked at my ear lobe and I knew my ears were only getting hotter.
   His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I moaned at the feel of his member pressing against my ass which caused him to chuckle his low suductive laugh that could make any woman melt. But he chose to only make me melt. The fair skinned boy decided to woo a man like me, a man with no manners and no feminine quality, instead of a woman that could bore his children. The light seemed to stop at us illuminating our love.
   The thoughts ran down my spine just like his finger had that night. My hair blew in the wind getting everywhere. I tied it into a braid over my left shoulder.
   He'd always hated the braid. He could run his finger through it like he wanted to with it. I smiled at the memory.
   "What the hell is that?" He'd said as I walked out of my bedroom. He'd stare for a second before reacting. He lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist, push me against the wall. His face grew closer by the second and my anticipation grew larger. His lips stopped only centimeters away. His lips were in that evil smirk he almost always seemed to have, his tongue slipped out licking his lips. When his hand traveled up my back and toward my neck. Imagine the surprise when he simply took the ribbon that held the braid in place dropped to the ground and as did I as his hands let go of my thighs. "I prefer your hair wild like this," his warm breath sent tingles down my entire body, "I find you more attractive when you're wild." His tongue slipped through his lips and glided over mine.
   We were a supposed to have a night on the town that day but he'd said that frankly, he'd much rather stay in bed with me forever. And as would I. I looked back at the lighthouse one more time. My heart ached at the thought of him not being next to me. My fingers wandered into my pockets, feeling for the note he'd written me. ME. My eyes put the words into beautiful sentences he'd written. I had to go back. I had to be with him before my heart burst of loneliness.