I've come too far. I can't walk anymore. Few steps dear. And then it would be us. And then what happens.. And then we walk just a little bit.. And some more !
A single, visible, small bead of sweat on your forehead, the sardonic smirk on your youthful face, the black and white dream that you narrate to me, the last tinge of lust.. all disappear into thin air and leave her groping for sense. That's when I enter, stand face-to-face with her and ask, "Is everything okay ?" Before she can gather words, you are gone. And she knows ! She trembles. Only slightly and whispers, "No more."