last minute lace charade.

he texted me quickly, and late at that.  it was a simple conversation, i think we both knew exactly what we needed.  it was a need at this point, i had pondered on it all day.  i needed to feel the touch a another human.  one that i knew, a familiar set of shoulders.  it was nice because the event didn't need a script.  it felt comfortable. we just laid in the silence of the dark evening.  the cold wind outside helped calm me for a minute.  the soundtrack was quiet, we couldn't wake anyone.  just a few keys, a familiar song in the night... the sound of a piano.  it's the only way i can breathe.  i can't control my heart rate anymore... he holds me like he missed me.  i laugh.  let the games begin.  its not about the sex these days... it's more about the inspiration.  the feeling of being wanted.  the want of feeling needed.  our story dates back further than tonight.  we started this adventure almost a year ago... the story continues.  i wonder if he could see the black lace in the small bits of light the street light created.  they were frail beings... carefully lined with a flesh colored ribbon, one tiny bow in the front.  i usually stay fairly dressed with him, he likes the mystery.  i enjoy the comfort a bit of lace offers in such a vulnerable moment.  i couldn't wait any longer... i kissed him.  not much, we were in a hurry at first.  today's circumstances are different than before... it has been months since we last felt each other.  i am now a bit more innocent.  but the pleasure of him still intrigues me.  it keeps me guessing and wondering for his next move.  he tell's me to slow down... "i want to play with you just a little longer."  the thing about me... i always disappear.  soon the sun will rise and our time is done.  i am gone before even the smallest sliver of her appears.  i wake up hours later in my own bed.  almost positive i dreamed him.  but the proof remains... the painting on the wall. 20.11.12