04/11/14

“The anti-inflammatory process is one which –“, there was a muffled but distinct sound in the background.

“Most of the inflammatory processes take place as a response to foreign bodies and pain. There are times when the body can randomly present inflammatory activity without particular stimulation.”

The cursor just kept going on and off. Rosa was almost done typing up her work but was finding it difficult to concentrate.

Suddenly but smoothly, a mysterious brunette emerged through the door with a calm strut and the look of a cunning secret in her eyes.

She walked towards her with two glasses of whiskey in each hand and firmly placed them on the table next to the record player.

She made her way behind Rosa, brushed the hair away from her shoulder and proceeded to plant warm, soft kisses alongside her neck.

“I need to finish my work,” stated Rosa in a not-so convincing voice.

The brunette gently chuckled and distanced herself from Rosa to temporarily get a sip of whiskey, light her cigarette and start the record player.

It was music from another time; it went well with the theme of their lives – where daydreams made up for the fast paced extravaganza of their reality. This music allowed them to be who they were; that room gave them momentary refuge of the responsibilities of their masks.

“Dance with me,” whispered the brunette as she started to find the rhythm upon awaiting her arrival.

Rosa turned and gave her a look of giving in.

The brunette offered her a drink from her glass and sensually began to dance. She tenderly pulled Rosa’s hands and placed them on her hips while she rested her own on her lover’s shoulders.

And they just danced; they swayed with the notes and the strings of pulsating possibility as they shared glances of unspoken communication.

They danced until the music stopped and they continued to move with the melody.

No promises, no worries.

Just the present, the desensitization of touch from the ecstasy and passion

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