The conversation was over. She punctuated that with the slam of the front door. And, as I sit here alone, I can still taste the bitterness of the words I allowed to escape from the confines of my poisonous mouth. loneliness darkens a hardened heart. Should I phone her? No, in one act of concern, there lies the white flag of defeat. But I care little for 'victory'. For this is a battle where blood runs freely through our veins. Her silent return uneased me. The word 'sorry' stuck, somewhere between my head and my mouth. She soon slipped quietly into bed. Her slender back preserving a cold wall to forgiveness. I stroked her gently with the very tips of my fingers, Barely a touch upon her naked olive skin. And before the words of apology could leave my lips, she turned over and covered them with her own. full and red, she poured herself into me as clear, hot teardrops spilt like acid down my cheeks. I held her firmly as we fucked with wild abandon. Strong and slow, we unravelled our emotions in glorious union. Until our spent bodies lay tangled like girders amid the sweaty sheets. We slept-The kind of deep sleep that comes on the headboard of great sex. Another day. We move on. Purged of the demons that feasted on our anger. We are stronger.Birth sign: Gemini
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