The rain is constant. So constant that the gods have not shown their light in months, a year even. No words were spoken. She awaits his arrival and thinks about the time. It is late but also dreary. One could not expect more. As the devil was thought of, he walks in, drenched in angel tears. The angels have not found happiness in a long while- she began to wonder why. After folding up his umbrella and removing his coat and carefully placing it into the closet trying not to get anything else wet, he walks up the stairs. Silence, as one foot touches each step soaking each print. No words were spoken. She looks at him and wonders how his day went. A door was closed and that was the only sound one could hear but their breathing.
Laying in bed under the covers, he was so mezmorized by the television set. Nothing was showing, just static. The cable must have blown out, he thought.
Still downstairs, she changes her position in mind and thinks of the man upstairs. She takes a long look at her outfit and decides to slip into something a little more comfortable, for him. She goes to the bathroom to do so.
The door to the bedroom slowly opens and there to be seen in black lace satin, she stood. So seductive that his attention was not on the pestering static anymore, but it was magneticly attracted to her small but beautiful body. He rose out from under the covers and came to greet her at the door.
No words were spoken. With every step he took his pulse rose, his breathing- more heavy, and the harder he had gotten. Greeted with a smile and service of emotions bouncing all over inside of them, she can not wait any longer. A sudden kiss was so bluntly taken as the enjoyment rose with every lick they made. A few seconds pass by, they know what they're in for and it makes them nervous but happy. She grabs his hand and guides him toward the large bed that comfortably fits them both. She turns to look at his pleasant smile and gorgeous blue eyes. She takes a quick glance of his firm body. She sees a dark handsome man with his black hair already slicked back from earlier when he went to work. A white tank top is very noticible against his sculpted, tanned chest. A body so perfect to her eyes. Below, he wore boxers, covered in black with red hearts and kissing lips.
She stops at the edge of the bed. He spins her to face him. A kiss stolen by him is strange but is satisfying to her. This time, the kiss felt as if it was their first. Chills went down her spine although chilling her, happiness soothed her. The kiss got more intense now, harder adn harder. His hands feeling her body feeling so impatient to discover what has been hidden from him all this time. Respecting her, he waits. But her intentions are very different. As a sign saying that she wants to be closer to him than ever before, much closer, she lifts her left leg and wraps it around him as best as she could. He got the message instantly. He wraps his arms under her buttocks and lifts her whole body up with ease. Now both of her legs are around him for support and to make the message more clear that she wanted it now. A long stare follows.
The enjoyment of the thought of what's now going to happen is pondering in their minds. They think of stripping eachother's clothes off but no movements were made. This is going to happen! So many words stirred up in their minds. No words were spoken. He puts her down slowly and places his hands on her waist then slowly walks away with no expression on his face. What happened? She thought. The door closed behind him.
Still standing there in awe, she looks around the room and at herself. How hideous do I look? Is it something about me that drives my love away? She thought of all this in the time a lightning bolt blew out the power.
It's dark. Rain still pours and the angels still cry. For weeks now, he doesn't show his hated face nor does he speak a sound. It's nothing new but it is so totally different. She wondered why. Till this day...no words were spoken.