[Bad era]
My elbows were in contact with the dust of the windowsill as I leaned to watch the world outside. Michael wrapped his arms around me, his lean dancer's body pressing against my back.
Tying my hair up for me with the hairband he always carried around in his pocket, he then sweetly pressed gentle kisses to my neck and jaw.
"I think it was a wonderful idea to get out into a desert oasis on my Bad tour break," he mumbled against my skin, rubbing his hands up and down my waist.
The fireplace cackled as the dimlit hotel room glowed with that small light. He gave me endless comfort, just by existing in such a cozy atmosphere.
The hotel offered views that contrasted the sheer uniqueness of the place: it outlooked the desert.
"Michael," I whipped around to face him with a peaceful grin on my face, "Give me a lesson."
Everyday Michael would teach me something new, be it about God, love, the children, music, or even makeup. He was better than any preacher or professor.
"Sit on my lap," he patted his thigh, pulling over a chair for us to admire the golden dunes as the grains of sand danced in the wind in front of us, compared to the lush greenery of the flourishing oasis.
As his existence bore me warmth, he hugged me so tight, like a child would hug their first teddy bear.
"The dunes are changed by the wind," he spoke in his velvety, rich voice, pointing at the dusty dunes that seemed to transform every second into something new, "But the desert never changes."
Seconds later, the wind somehow just came to a rest, and though the dunes did look different if you gave a closer look, the desert remained intact.
"That's the way it will be with our love for each other," Michael whispered as I turned around on his lap to face him.
His eyes sparkled as they always did. If I could describe them in a million years, I would still be incapable to help you fully comprehend how alluring; how soul-capturing; how stunningly captivating they truly were. I could read a thousand words of love and wisdom by just looking at them.
"And the love I have for you, is simply uncountable," he mumbled, pulling me closer by the back of my neck, "Just like the grains of sand in this desert."
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Hayran Kurgua collection of very short and sweet scenarios/imagines i used to come up with on instagram. now i write them here only. all eras included. no sexual content included (though sometimes i hint at sexual activities) enjoy! ig: was @comegetmethighs @go...
