She sits alone, contemplating the subtle raindrops tapping at her window. Music, love... ease. With a glass of wine in her hand as soft tunes play in the background. Her kids are with their dad for the weekend, and she's feeling a sense of longing. A longing for the man who would not leave her heart in peace and the man her mind could not so easily erase. A man who would show up even in her dreams at times like a welcome intruder come to fulfill a fantasy. An untapped secret... rarely ever spoken of. Even... when she was with someone else. Herself, being a woman of substance and stature, she knows what she has and who she is, is set in stone. Seasoned enough to know that a sweet taste of something that lingers like an echo ecstatic in the heart is so much sweeter than what remains ordinary in the humdrum of daily life. Tonight, her will is yearning for the taste. Like a woman in command, she picks up her phone and texts three simple words... "I need you...". Only ten minutes later, he responds with: "Ok love... when and where. "
Waterman, sitting by candlelight, was picking at his guitar at the time he received that text. He read it and smiled... knowing all too well exactly what it was for. He was not the slut many stereotyped him to be. No, he was very selective in his choices... as well as eclectic. He knew this was special. A seasoned man that understood and practiced in the ebbs and flow of passion, that had little desire to posess anyone or become a posession himself. In a world where so many seek the fragile delusion of a stability made unstable by a fickle society, he had decided that the transparency found in being brutally honest and up front about the fleeting nature of a thing meant that it could blossom into anything the winds required. Found in the freedom to love and express an unbridled passion in the moment without the anchors of expectation. Tonight, he knew this was not an invitation to become a couple or a request to change a life or two. No, it was an invitation to do what he had a passion for. To experience a moment of want and desire with greatness. To serve in a capacity that brought pleasure. Not for an agenda or something so surface as lust... but to be able to please a beautiful woman he was connected to. A woman, he could call one of his own. To fulfill a part of what he felt he was designed for. Even if just for the one night... he knew it would reverberate throughout time as a memory worthy to recall if ever a moment called for the evidence of passion. He prepared for the night ahead as he would normally do and waited on his location.
About an hour later, he got the address to a hotel halfway between them both. She knew what she wanted and made every preparation needed for the night. This... was a woman among women. She wasn't interested in protocols or lists. She wanted what she wanted and she didn't care about the critism should anyone find out. Even still, discretion was paramount as this was something she would NOT normally do but her need to have him superceded her common practice and of course, Waterman understood.
Symbiosis took place that night. Expressed in every way imaginable to the backdrop of a Jon Hassel melody. Where nothing was off limits and every glide was sweet and fine. Soft and hard... fast and slow. It was a night where two people made love, assuming they would part ways the next day... never to see each other again. They took their time... every time.
As it was, after very little sleep and a water conservation shower (showering together), they walked out of the hotel room kissing, as they held on to each other for dear life. For that long night up until the rising of the sun... they were a couple... and it was beautiful.
Now, some would call this a booty call, but in retrospect... it was way more for them both. It was the natural fulfillment of a connection shared in purity of purpose and design. A night produced with an understanding and a care between two souls seasoned enough to know what it could mean. A night where a woman took the world into her own hands towards the fulfillment of a long since held fantasy. Knowing the one she chose was not just up for the task... but that it was his fantasy as well... just as much as it was hers.
And so it went... until the next time ;-)
~moses apollo
