fuzzy butt;1053587 wrote: Okay i've looked at it for awhile and have come up with this.
He paid the cab fare and walked towards the hotel entrance, he turned to look at the familiar street line of slow moving traffic. He knew it well from the stop overs before during his long tour of duty . This was the place he came to before leaving for home each time his RnR came up. this was the place ......this was..........her place.
In his hotel room he undressed, relieved to remove the uniform of death he wore so often now. He showered and shaved and ate . It was still early and he thought of her. Maybe if he took a walk he could reminiss the time he was last here and the time before that . It was her, and the haunting memory of her beauty and soft curves and long black hair that brought this city alive for him.
The restaurant, maybe just maybe ? No, it would be closing time, she wouldn't be there . Somehow this brought a comfort to him, the memories were enough for him just now. But still something was drawing him to the restaurant, a longing that was burning deep inside him. He walked towards it and looked through the french windows. His heart sank. The tables empty save for the waitress sitting talking to the barman.
"Snap out of it", he said to himself. "She'd be long gone by now".
An inner turmoil of longing and memory swept over him, he turned to head back to the hotel. He glanced across the street at the little all night cafe, so common in a city like this. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks. "Great!" he thought to himself "now i'm seeing her everywhere".
He looked over again, and found himself rooted to the spot. It is her . He wanted to shout but only had the capacity to move his lips to mouth her name. Then the memories came flooding back . This woman who's memory kept him warm on the battle field at night. . Her touch, her scent, the way her breasts fell softly upon his chest as he caressed her in the darkness of the hotel room.
It's her. Suddenly the memory of their last parting gave him a stabbing pain to the chest ............"This is the last time" he said to her as they stood outside the restaurant in the rain. She could not speak english but she understood as he wiped tears from her eyes. He turned from her and walked away into a rain and midnight mist that mirrored both their heavy hearts.
He watched her intently as she sat over a plate of food, looking disinterested.
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She stabbed at her food and moved it around on her plate . She hadn't felt like eating lately. Too many memories and the creeping dread of an anniversary of a time when she was happy. So happy that she had fooled herself into thinking it would last forever.
Suddenly she felt a strange sensation of being watched. She glanced up and saw a man across the street looking at her . She looked down at her plate again before, suddenly, the realisation that she knew this man . She looked up again but the passing traffic obscured her view. But there was no mistaking this man. His large broad shoulders, a little stooped now from seeing too much too young. This man, who held her protectively in that hotel room. This man, who penetrated her soul so deeply until waves of extacy pulsated through her body and left her spent within his arms.
She unconsciously stood up from the table and began to walk towards him . Her stride gaining pace until she was running . Her mind screaming It's him !Oblivious to the traffic noises and the blowing car horns ................It was him!
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She stopped suddenly before him. Their eyes searching in disbelief at one another, wondering if it was trully real.
He took her slight body in his arms and they locked into a deep passionate kiss. She, melting into his arms and body, he, vowing never to let her go again. His war weary body coming alive once more
There you go openmind that's what I saw in that pic:D
Something akin to what I said the first time then.
Nicely told Fuzzy.:-6
i dont mean i go around kissing pictures,, i mean i love pictures of people kissing
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