A Familiar Stranger
Little could I have fathomed
such an exquisite encounter
with a total stranger.
He smiled at me in the hotel bar
kind eyes, handsome, without ego.
I was a moth seeking flame
vulnerable with a single purpose
he seemed familiar to me
it was instant chemistry.
Our words were few
I took him to my room hungry
he reached for me smelling
of cologne and whiskey
crushing me to his chest
the first kiss made me muzzy.
Our foreplay was exquisite
naked flesh covered in goosebumps
mutual waves of bliss washed over us.
The harsh neon lights of the hotel sign
illuminating every sigh and nuance.
Spent and exhausted
we fell into a deep sleep
when I woke my bed was empty.
Ecstasy exchanged without names
no complications of a relationship
a familiar stranger, to remain an enigma.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Passion without the painful strings of relationship…well written!
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Thanks so much Hannah!
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Luscious!
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I’m glad you came by and read it! Thanks!
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a sensually, erotic glimpse into your own personal experience with the paramour side!
i loved this read….felt as if i were watching a scene unfold across the screen…or through a window haphazardly left open.
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So that was you at the window fogging it up? Lol! Thank you Miss Stacy.
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Ha! One must be careful with such paramours! Well described! k.
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Thank you so much!
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I’m intrigued by some of the descriptors here (the harsh light of the hotel, the fatalistic moth drawn to the flame) which tinge what should and would otherwise be a pleasant evening with a bit of bite. It adds just the right amount of resignation to the mood of the piece.
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What a wonderful critique Rommy thank you!
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Inspiration and pleasure that refuses to meddle with the creation it helped birth… Ah! what a kind, unselfish paramour, indeed. ♥
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So true Magaly. You always leave such good feedback I appreciate it.
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Stranger-dances can be unpredictable and short–but there’s always something left behind that can’t be named or forgotten.
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Always something there to remind me. Thank you!
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Ecstasy exchanged without names
no complications of a relationship
No holds barred nor any contending relationship intended whatsoever. Easy come easy go so to speak!
Hank
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Sometimes sex just happens Hank!
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Wow you honed in and spelt bad in caps for this prompt. Nice write
Much love…
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Lol! Thanks Gillena!
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I’ll echo what everyone else said–yep, you got bit by a Paramour–and that bittersweet venom will course in your veins forever. This encounter had all the surfaces, and the writing respect that by reflecting all of them. “Zipless” as Erica Jong called it. The vintage and proof remain potent forever.
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I wasn’t sure if I was doing what you wanted but I did it! Thanks Brendan you really brought it out in me.
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Such encounters encapsulate the label ‘paramour’.
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Thanks so much Kerry it pleases me that I did it.
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I think that’s the great thing about a paramour.
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Thank you Bjorn!
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Definitely a paramour 😉
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I’m so happy! Thanks C.C.!
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delightful, 🙂
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So nice to see you again Grandmama! Thank you!
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hi Bekkie…(its gradmama not grand) It’s good to see you again too… 🙂
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