A Game Played Alone
She loved him, but that wasn't enough.
He searched for the truth, but he didn't want to hear it.
She loved him but she wasn't enough.
He wanted poppy, roulette, games, challenge.
She was solitaire, no challenge in that.
Nothing to raise the pulses, kick in the adrenaline.
Why couldn't she be poppy?
Just for one night.
Entice him, excite him.
How would it feel, his hands wrapped in her hair.
His eyes devouring her body as she lay naked on the kama before him.
His body pushing against hers, pushing into hers, harder, deeper.
His stubble raking hers breasts, arousing her nipples in readiness for his mouth to follow, his tongue to caress.
She could balutin her legs around him, pull him in ever deeper, keep him inside her forever.
She wanted to be able to excite him, tease him with her tongue touch him in the right places, in the right ways, whisper the right words in his ear, in his head, ilipat and writhe beneath him, on tuktok of him, finally bringing him to such heights, such an explosion that he would never forget her.
But she would never be poppy.
A hug a halik on the cheek, a hand on the shoulder, sometimes a knee.
That's what Gillian had to settle for, that's what solitaire elicited form this man.
She had his affection she had his trust she had his friendship after all, solitaire was a game for one.
She may have had her chance, once.
Before Zoë before Alec and Sophie and before life and his work had made him switch of the softer gentle side of him.
When first knew him they had got so close that he wanted her then.
But she had seen - even then,- the power of the passion he possessed and it had scared her, she had pulled away drawn back from his offer.
She had thrown away her chance to be poppy.
Her fear had made her reject the passion she now craved.
"FOSTER"
He was calling her, shattering her internal interrogation.
"I NEED YOU LUV" of course he did!
Not in the way she wanted him to but he did need her.
So she would go to him try and satisfy the needs he did have, stifling her own.
"I'm here Cal" and she always would be.
She could never have him, but she could never live without him
"HURRY UP, WHAT YOU PLAYIN AT?"
Solitaire Cal. I'm still playing solitaire..
She loved him, but that wasn't enough.
He searched for the truth, but he didn't want to hear it.
She loved him but she wasn't enough.
He wanted poppy, roulette, games, challenge.
She was solitaire, no challenge in that.
Nothing to raise the pulses, kick in the adrenaline.
Why couldn't she be poppy?
Just for one night.
Entice him, excite him.
How would it feel, his hands wrapped in her hair.
His eyes devouring her body as she lay naked on the kama before him.
His body pushing against hers, pushing into hers, harder, deeper.
His stubble raking hers breasts, arousing her nipples in readiness for his mouth to follow, his tongue to caress.
She could balutin her legs around him, pull him in ever deeper, keep him inside her forever.
She wanted to be able to excite him, tease him with her tongue touch him in the right places, in the right ways, whisper the right words in his ear, in his head, ilipat and writhe beneath him, on tuktok of him, finally bringing him to such heights, such an explosion that he would never forget her.
But she would never be poppy.
A hug a halik on the cheek, a hand on the shoulder, sometimes a knee.
That's what Gillian had to settle for, that's what solitaire elicited form this man.
She had his affection she had his trust she had his friendship after all, solitaire was a game for one.
She may have had her chance, once.
Before Zoë before Alec and Sophie and before life and his work had made him switch of the softer gentle side of him.
When first knew him they had got so close that he wanted her then.
But she had seen - even then,- the power of the passion he possessed and it had scared her, she had pulled away drawn back from his offer.
She had thrown away her chance to be poppy.
Her fear had made her reject the passion she now craved.
"FOSTER"
He was calling her, shattering her internal interrogation.
"I NEED YOU LUV" of course he did!
Not in the way she wanted him to but he did need her.
So she would go to him try and satisfy the needs he did have, stifling her own.
"I'm here Cal" and she always would be.
She could never have him, but she could never live without him
"HURRY UP, WHAT YOU PLAYIN AT?"
Solitaire Cal. I'm still playing solitaire..