international women's day

at last, at long last, after a week of desolate and unplanned exile, my scribble book has come home to me. at last - since that fateful hour 9 mornings ago, when i awoke in her perfumed bed, covered in bite marks and pussy - and very, very late for work. an important meeting. professionalism-is-us, oh yea.

fun to find those last scribbles, fun to retrace and rediscover that beautiful, foggy night: international women's night.
indeed.

so last night i sat listening to friends make music, good grindy funk, and i read the random snippets of talking: "it's very difficult to have a conversation when you don't know who Starr Jones is!!"

and i read the random scrawled words: cuneiform (because despite the plethora of attempted pronunciations, she only got it when she saw it. "oh yea, that.")

and i read that bit of smooth too, oh slick me. i remember it now...
"what are you writing?" she enquired. we were sitting around the table impossibly late at night, empty bottles of wine littering our periphery. i'd taken a second from the game of euchre we were masterfully playing (and eventually winning, of course) with cards we'd fashioned out of that thick paper that them artists like to scribble on. (that alone made the night perfect, in my books. i hope they keep the cards, sad though they were.) i glanced up from the page, hesitated an instant, then slid the book over:

"it will be a slow easy night when finally i lean in so raucously and suck on that delicious bottom lip of yours. and it will be gorgeous. and you'll laugh and say something sarcastic, something right. and i'll just giggle and nod and lean in again, anyway, and lick that lip of yours. and my fingertips will graze your skin and we will know that we are alive: flesh and passion. and we will be happy."

smooth hunh. when that first kiss did actually happen, it was deep and hungry. i could almost feel the growling sliding out from our parted lips. it was fiendish and voracious and inspired and ambrosial. how can someone be so tight, so rough and so soft all at once? impossible physics that melt me.

mmmm, funnest international women's day ever.
(grin)