11 months ago. May 18, 2023 at 11:06 AM
The girl misses being looked at like you're a man drowning, grasping at my shores.
The Woman sees the man, feet planted in the sand, in calm observation of my raging ocean.
The girl misses being looked at with starvation. Reveling in that dangerous hunger shattering the humanity that binds Him to civility.
The Woman hopes for the courage to meet His gaze, no longer able to hide. Both sitting in patience as the threads of desire grow taught. First. Slow. Tending.
The girl laments, why do they always find their person after me! What kind of Good Luck Chuck am I ?
The Woman sees the realization forming in His eyes that He found me, the person He can do the work with. And that was everything.