Raindrops

Rain drops pounded on Donovan’s windows…  He couldn’t stop thinking about Justine. Everywhere he looked, he saw her. Every leaf that fell, and when the wind would blow, he heard her voice… If only she would call. If only he knew that everything is fleeting. No relationship lasts, people come and go.

It had been a week since he last saw her and made love to her. He was trying to not get too attached, trying to play it cool. Donovan poured himself another scotch on the rocks. All he could think about was Justine’s long legs, big lips, curvaceous thighs and her sweet bosom.

“Damn, I want to be inside of her so bad”, as he touched himself under his mahogany desk. If only she wasn’t on that trip with her girlfriends to the mountain for the weekend. He would be over at her flat in no time, ready to whisk her off of her feet and carry her into the plush bed. He loved her, and it scared him.

When it rains, it pours.

Romantic relationships never sat well with Donovan. Close intimacy was this mysterious entity that he was drawn to, and at the same time, repelled by some of those close moments. He hasn’t been with anyone in over a year. He is well aware of his childhood issues, and how they affect him to this very day. Justine has helped him to open up and try again. But he knows deep down inside, he is all he will ever have, and that everyone is truly alone.

He has been consumed by the energy and thoughts of sex with her. It takes him to another place. The melding, and meshing of their bodies. The love sessions have become a drug, an oxytocin fix, a craving.

Still, when it rains, it pours.