She jumped the gun, and he failed to hold her interest
She jumped the gun and he failed to hold her interest.
A classic story, old and well tested.
The build wasn’t unique but the occasion was, passionate and fair.
A dexterous blend of beauty and care, touch and sound.
These bodies divine, but so very complicated.
Gentle twisting turns, moving forward unabated.
The afterward is the ending, emotions faded.
The spark was misinterpreted, right?
Thats the story told.
Still interested he seeks confrontation,
but turned away he ponders and waves the white flag.
Breeding discussion, fake peace offerings, both parties unhinged.
They seek separate delegations and complain.
And complain. And complain. And complain.
Fuck. That. Noise.
Friendship falters, once again.
She sees it as her mistake, he sees it as nothing but random moments.
She jumped the gun, and he failed to hold her interest.
So thus heartbreak.