You move quickly, not giving me a chance to change my mind, as it were even possible. You bring my hand to your lips, kissing one of my fingers. Your lips are soft, so soft against my skin. I look at you and you slowly turn me away from you. I place my hands on the table as you press your hips against my bottom. I’m helpless to move, to speak, to think as your thumb slides up from the base of my neck to my hairline. I hold my breath, waiting for your next move, knowing it is going to be just the right one. Slowly, so slowly, you bend your head and kiss me softly on my shoulder. A moan emerges from my throat. The longest tips of my hair brush against the top of my breasts and I wish your hands were on me, instead.
"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."