"I Can't buy your love, don't even want to try, sometimes the truth won't make you happy, So I'm not gonna lie, but don't ever question if my heart beats only for you- it beats only for you..."
- 'My Kind of love' Emeli Sande
We fell in love in the rain. Not a roar but a pitter-patter that spotted my glasses and the shoulders of my jacket. With my hand tightly squeezed in hers she led me past puddles and undeterred chapati peddling capitalists until we found ourselves in the dark corner of a dark bar breathless from and greedy for one another.
I could taste the beer on her breath, smell the sex on her skin, feel the desperation in her fingers and the hunger in her hips. There was no getting away from it, no escaping this "us" we were quickly falling into.
And as I took a moment to stop and stare into the depths of twenty-four years worth of hurt and sin, thousands of thoughts swam through my head- questions, reservations, apprehensions. One thought managed to trump them all, however. Just one...only one. That one thought being, "Enjoy tonight for tomorrow will be another day."
We fell into a pool of passion, drowning in each other’s lips; my hands suffocating, her fingertips unforgiving. Fists bombarding hearts and hands tightly clasped we ran out into the rain and into a cab. And then just like that the night was gone and with the first few grey streaks of dawn, sanity returned.
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