...when you fall in love with a cheater - part 1

    Seemingly disentangled, Rizi came into town for the summer. He contacted me, and I allowed him to distract me for a few weeks.

We’re floating like a couple of drunk buoys, waves wildly willing us underwater. Noticing my struggle to evade the salty assaulting splash, you reach out to me, “Here, let me help you.” I can feel your slippery fingertips graze my bare waist and hips, and I’m instantly wet, never mind the ocean we’re in. You lift me and bring me to your buoyant body, my legs straddling your waist—ineptly ignoring the obvious bulge between us. I want to kiss you—our faces, inches apart.  We look at each other—pause for effect—rolling swells striking our loose limbs. You incline your lips towards mine and I coyly pull away—tucking my chin into my chest and looking up at you in sexy defiance. You respond to the chase and quickly traverse the separating space. Our lips meet—a soft slick surge of sweetness. You slay me. There’s no better word for it; makes me think: vampire slayer—wooden stake through the heart. That’s exactly what you do to me. My breath: staccato in my throat with the onslaught of a warm stab through my chest—I’m slain. Your hands presumptuously wander from my waist, to my lower back, ass, and sex. I want you—disregarding the beach bunny grannies and beer drinking frat boys, I take my right arm from around your neck, and slide my hand to the board-short-bridge below. You stop me—grab my wrist and shake your head—you don’t want to lose control, but it’s too late for that. I wrap you in my embrace and press my lips desperately to yours—greedily grinding into you. You retaliate by hungrily tonguing my mouth—quite literally taking my breath away. Realizing that we’re easily crossing into indecent, we disentangle—resisting the magnetism—only to find ourselves reattached within seconds. My heart reverberates in my chest like an adamant alarm refusing to be silenced, while you’re pawing at my backside, as if the softness could slip from your grasp; our mouths, a mess of hot breath and thick, thirsty licks. Reminding us of our public exposure, our passionate noise is interrupted by a pair of social swimmers. We attempt to compose and collect while we wade towards the shore—flushed and frustrated.

    I had thought I could ignore his past indiscretions and have a stringless fling before leaving my home state, but I wanted more. I questioned him about his girlfriend; and Rizi claimed they had separated, but admitted that she was still living in his home in Nashville. I needed him to tell me why he no longer wanted to be with her—to justify our affair; but he never could. He could not give me the validation I required; so I refused to continue giving him the attention he wanted.

One day at a time—
Merely a facade.
Promising you’re mine—
Your disguise is flawed.

Lovers on the run.
Liars loving fun.

You are not the best—
Crossing all the lines—
Living like the rest,
Ignoring the signs.

Hearts remaining blind—
Speaking from the mind.

I will just move on—
While you hold on tight.
Long after I’m gone,
You keep up the fight.

Striving for romance—
Clinging to the chance.

Thank you for the lesson,
And the path you’ve cleared.
Slip from my possession,
Just as I had feared.

Bodies always stray,
Kindness fades away.

Goodbye from a friend.
I want to let go.
Hold on till the end,
He will never know.

Hope remains awake.
Neglecting heartbreak.

We’re not keeping score.
I adore the same—
As I did before
The start of our game.

Lacking desperation—
No resuscitation.

I am stronger now
Than when we began;
And to this I vow,

I will love again.


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