Lust

Once Again.

He will remember the wine stains
on my dress, my bruised feet giving way from misjudgment and 4 inch heels. A
hazy recollection of straddling and calling out for a god who was nowhere at
that hour and is nowhere now. What he won’t remember is how comfortable and
safe I felt in his arms, let alone the fact that it was the first time I had
felt that way in months.

Maybe he will remember my name, after
all, it was profusely repeated like a child calling for its mother. Maybe I
will remember how nice he was before he didn’t call. Maybe I will accept it for
what it was, a single moment that managed to eclipse all others in its
category.

I hope he doesn’t remember how
eager I was to give my number, digits trembling from my lips. A tremble much
like what his lips did to mine. I hope I don’t remember his face, so that I
don’t gravitate toward him if I ever see him again.

I hope this doesn’t define me,
because I loved every second of it. I hope it doesn’t define him because he is
still the nicest boy I ever kissed.

 

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8 Comments

  • Reply Unknown January 6, 2016 at 8:15 am

    LOVED IT!!

  • Reply evelyn karungi January 6, 2016 at 4:04 pm

    I think people like you should write every single day! Thanks

  • Reply AGABA JUSTIN January 11, 2016 at 5:49 am

    Geez… This is too much, I can't explaaaaaiiiin! Beautiful beautiful!

  • Reply Nora Kirabo January 14, 2016 at 7:19 pm

    Thank you

  • Reply Nora Kirabo January 14, 2016 at 7:20 pm

    Thank you, Evelyn. I'll definitely remember that.

  • Reply Nora Kirabo January 14, 2016 at 7:20 pm

    Thank you, Evelyn. I'll definitely remember that.

  • Reply Nora Kirabo January 14, 2016 at 7:20 pm

    Thank you, Justin 🙂

  • Reply martyn garu March 1, 2016 at 1:47 pm

    Just amazing. Engaging. But that boy… 😉 😉

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