Love & Pain: Rain

Those Old Lust Sunny Days.

Late in the autumn,
Had to work at a small café,
Had to pay for rent and supplies,
And needed to get away from my routine.

Decided to keep it low for a while,
Distract myself
And make things easier.
It was my little escape.

And for while,
I thought it might help.
The beach was at five minutes from work,
And sometimes I sneak out to have a smoke by the beach.

I met him on a sunny noon
A Thursday I remember,
He had a lost stare,
And just kept asking for more black coffee.

There was a pop song at the background,
And I developed the same feeling as the song,
A fetish.

I wanted to kiss his lips,
And it became my addiction
My elixir.

He kept his phone in his hands,
Preoccupation all over his face,
I could tell he was desperate,
And I wanted to make something to help.

We locked glances,
And we said everything with it.

What he wanted to do.
What I wanted to do.

He left 28 minutes later,
Tip and half coffee left in table,
And a note in a napkin.

I did as it said,
The smoke felt relaxing
As I walked to the beach.

It was 5:55,
And the sky was purple,
I let the smoke out,
And he came to me,
Taking my cigarette and taking a blow.

With a perky smile,
And a cheeky aura,
Kissed me,
Possessively.

Never experienced that before.
That fire.
Took over my soul.

Took that kiss to a touch from his hands,
That tattooed my skin and memory.
We went to his house,
Fell into the mattress.

Fire
Passion,
Lust,
Something I never felt before.

He ignited it.
My soul and skin.

Who thought we would be here?

I wanted to stay like it all night long,
I wanted that night to be endless.
Kiss his neck.

The wind was cold that night,
And I fell asleep fast.

2:49 and my eyes opened a little,
I was in the bed on my own,
He was in the terrace,
Looking at the beach.

It felt like I was drunk,
Drunk in love,
My eyes forced themselves to close back again,
And the last thing I saw was him getting back into bed.

Sweet night,
Sweet day,
Hungover.

It was an escape,
We both had.
It was wrong?
I don't care.

Both enjoyed it,
All that matters.

Eventually,
Things separated us.

Year later,
I moved away.
Months after,
I saw you again.

Brunette hung by your left arm,
You saw me,
And only waved.

Did it hurt?
Kind of.