CHASING Z_alkc

from the back of the house, she could hear him yell,
cussing her and calling her a liar.

it did not bother her any but she wished to set him straight...

his words quieted as she walked down the long corridor, her heeled footsets, drowning out his discontent...

"Liar?' she questioned as she reached his chambers, "...how so?"

"LOOK AT ME!!!" head jolts up, struggling in her bed. "you said..." he snarls and grunts, through clenched teeth... the rage in his eyes fierce and down right sexy!

she smiles as she shakes her head... "i said...?" she teased.
"ahh, yes... yes i did..." she sits on the bed at his side. "i told you id love you unconditionally, with out constraints..." then she rises, places a tender kiss on his cheek and turns to walk towards the door.

"oh..." she turned to face him, "i didnt lie... i said 'constraints' at no time did i say, 'no restraints'..."

for measure, she checked the ties fastening him to the bed and for purpose, sucks him unconscious.

"really wish i could control my urges but you are just too damn desirable to resist at times..." she wipes her mouth.

he awakes to darkness... senses alive to touch and sound and he asks, "are you still here...?"
and he know she is... her perfume fills his nostrils as he breath in.
"ama?" he begs her response
but she says nothing as she runs her soft finger over his toes and up his long, muscular leg...
leaving in the wake, tiny thrill bumps.

leaning over his naked body, she attempts to blow life back into him but drained, he remains flacid,
only soft moans stir in the air.

"i wish i knew the words to move you..." she sighed,
"i wish i had the touch that would excite you..."

in silence she sat, looking over his beautiful form. he too, was without words and his face scrunched up in displeasure.
time ticked away turning day shadows into nights gloom. his breaths slowing to slight snores.

faint whispers of "im sorry" go unheard and she set him free from the bindings,
thinking it would be a fate worse than death,
that if in the mornings light, he would be gone from her bed
but she leaves him to sleep, wandering down the hall to the sofa,
where she too, could find some rest.

however, seeking such comfort was in vain...
with every odd noise that creeked through the house, her eyes widened, afraid to see him sneaking out...
but it was the chilled night air that woke her lastly...

low clouds moved in through open windows...
kissing her soft skin with dew
rousing her stillness
and she thought of him:
still sleeping,
still bare,
still beautifully sprawelled out across the bed.

hunger urged her to returned to him
though her haste was for not...
all that was left, were the crumpled sheets
and displaced pillows.