Satisfaction
He left me.
Laying in bed, dripping when he finished with me.
His work needed him, he had to leave right away.
I sighed, “Baby, do you gotta go?”
He turned back while putting his pants back on, a wistful look in his hazel eyes. He wandered back over, the smell of his cologne wafting in my nostrils, and traced his fingertips up the back of my thigh and taking a handful of my butt, “yes my dear, but don’t worry I’ll be back for more as soon as I get work all sorted out.”
He put on a jacket to keep out the early fall chill, threw his bag over his shoulder and walked out the front.
I laid there for a moment longer before I gathered my clothes and went to clean myself up.
I went into the living room and sat and started working on my novel again. The thought of his body on mine, the thought of his love still stirring inside me never left my brain.
Satisfaction continues to drip from me, and when he returns, there is more in store for the both of us.
I simply cannot wait.
