Try to imagine what would have happened if we had been human.
If it hadn't been for all these millennia before and millennia after. What would we be like? Imagined? It is not working? Shall we try it together?
***
You'd be a great guy, I'm sure. Just like I used to see you. Same bastard, sometimes...but a damn charming bastard.
All your habits would have found a place in the human world. No wonder - it's your efforts that people have learned the taste of sin.
I don't know how we would have met. It doesn't matter, after all. We would have found each other without difficulty.
I feel it very well. Such sweet shiver. You're the kind of person who can get one look at each other.
And you are very good at using these abilities.
***
- A cigarette?
- Leave it, - I lean forward, pulling down my wet shoes, and it'll come in handy later.
My back feels like you're smirking. I don't care. I'm too tired today. A raincoat goes with the shoes.
- The rain took me by surprise, - I grumbled, lying down in the cold. - Help me unbutton the buttons.
You touch my back. Soft fingers cleverly cope with the small buttons of the dress.
It's impossible...from these touches reduces the bottom of my stomach. Wildness. And nothing changes.
- Done.
- Thank you, - I tighten the dress, staying in one underwear. - Clothes get terribly annoying... you know?
- I would forbid you to dress at all.
- Ha-ha, - I smile and turn around to you. - It would be interesting. You know what...
- What? - In your voice, I get the irony.
- I'm cold, - I hug you with my whole body.
Hey, where's that tension coming from, honey?
- And what do you suggest?
Hell, those crazy sparks in your eyes are always...
- Fuck me.
- Now? - You ask, looking down somewhere; oh, that surprised tone! And although you try so hard to seem cold and indifferent to everything, even though you have such a hard time controlling your voice and body, I know - a little bit more - that you'll slip away. It's always so fun to watch...
- Why wouldn't I be? Or... - squinting, walking my hand over your chest, playing with metal buttons of your shirt - are you so cold that you can't even warm me up?
- You're such a bitch, you're almost laughing, and I like it.
- It's your fault. You chose me.
О. You crossed the line by letting your hands finally touch me.
It's high time.
The body reacts instantly; I feel a burning desire to get rid of the rest of the clothes and let the feelings absorb me. Draw me into this abyss with you...
***
I think I'd be the happiest woman. Because it doesn't take much. Spending days with you - without the fuss, pretence and some unnecessary things...
I'm gonna have a long talk at the table in the tight kitchen. So that the knees touch.
To swear because of nonsense and to put up with it - as if for the last time. I would carry your shirts just because they smell like you.
You like to smoke in bed, shaking ashes into an empty glass next to you on the nightstand. You know it pisses me off, but you keep smoking like nothing ever happened.
These little things and such a simple life... that's all I want.
Only if we were people...
