In early 2002 I started writing again after a few years of gap. This one was originally titled "Temptation" but I decided instead to call it 'Woman'. This in particular is an example of what I call my 30 minute writing style. 15 minutes of thinking, 10 minutes of writing without corrections, and then 5 minutes to tidy and fix up. As a result, any errors/mistakes remaining are kept to help highlight the style.
Woman (Feb 1, 2002)
There she is, lounging like the Queen of England. She knows I want her, I know she loves me and yet she plays this game to see me rise to the bait. She has me hooked and she just loves to shake me around and watch me flapping as I suffocate in the love I feel for her.
Has she no pity, no morality, no sense of enough being enough? My heart quickens as she flexes her legs; such perfect legs, long, narrow, strong. My hands feel damp and I have to sit before I collapse where I stand. I put my wine glass on the table and try to look another way; I try to resist but in the end her power over me prevents it.
I stand, resolutely I stride over to where she is sitting and I sit. I can feel her warmth radiating like the glow of a Goddess. It is as though I can hear her purring gently, like a cat content with the world. She winks at me, alluring, sultry, licking her lips. I feel myself drawn into the world staring back at me from the pools of sensuality in her gaze.
She stands, beckoning me to follow she walks from the room; her hips swaying like a fresh sheet in the morning breeze. Almost too eagerly I scramble to my feet and stumble after her. I lose her in the throngs here tonight, panicking I run from room to room desperate to find her, the desire gnawing at my personal resolve.
There she is, lounging right where she was before, smiling at me, knowing what I have just done to rediscover her; knowing her power over me; and loving every second of it. She won't ever say a word to me, I know that, she knows that. Yet I always hope that one day she will learn of the love we could share.