The sound of cicadas echoed throughout the hills, reminding me of the lust found throughout nature. It had been years since I traveled that eerily familiar land. The sights and smells evoking memories both good and bad.
“Sure” a simple and concise answer to my sexual query. One that could be expected from someone as deliberate and self assured as her. Her sweet and sexy appearance combined with a no nonsense attitude always intrigued me. The juxtaposition of sweet caring and consideration against a fuck off attitude that arouses all the senses at once.
In that moment the reasons for my trip back were secondary to my long simmering feelings for her. Like Lazarus the emotions and lust rise from the caverns of my subconscious. Thoughts and memories race in a confusing dance of feelings I cannot hope to truly understand. Self doubt and unease play against optimism and hope in the mental battle for control of my actions.