Spoons
Svetlana calls, “Is me Svetlana Popachex “in an accent that says must get squirrel and moose. Picturing her last time, we were together a little black dress smoldering bedroom eyes long leg. It’s been a while.
“Cheers, love. I answer. She’s usually to the point not sure if it’s the language barrier or her personality. On que.
“I need favour, are you alone?” Svetlana asks.
“” Just me and Bowie (my pup) “
“Bowie is girl?” She asks.
“Bowie is my dog remember; he stole your pump.”
Svetlana giggles and says. I need favour.
“How can help?” I answer.
“Can stay tonight.”
“OK” I answer my night just got better pictures of her stepping out of her dress flash across my mind.
“Yes” I answer. tonight’s looking up.
I give her the full address. Whilst cleaning. The fridge has mixers and not much else I can order when she arrives. Put a pillow and sheet on sofa her tone didn’t say, seduction, but more I need a friend. Still the image of her fills my head. I wonder why me; we had a moment nothing serious. Running from or towards?
Bowie barks I open the door Svetlana cut-offs, halter, and sunglasses a ruck on wheels and a hobo handbag a pouty expression She bites her lip and comes for a hug. I usher her in Bowie watches us.
” Are you hungry? I can order whatever you fancy, please sit relax. “I said gesturing towards the sofa.
She sits closes her eyes as she sits on the sofa, and say’s “Ďakujem láska “in her raspy voice. I remember. She fancied Miles Davis. I put on “Ascenseur pour l’échafaud” pour her a glass of white Bordeaux. She takes the glass with a smile twirling a strand of long blonde hair. I don’t ask anything. I don’t need to know. If someone follows, I will sort it then, now she needs peace. We chat about nothing she looks through my vinyl and selects” Pretty Reckless Death by Rock N Roll” I’ll play as I am queuing album up, she puts the cover next to her face. And said “Ako ja.”
“Yes, I see Taylor in you” say hoping that’s what she meant. She’s smiling in a way haven’t seen since she came in. n One glass of wine turns into an empty bottle singing along to Pretty Reckless. She looks tired.
I show her to the bedroom. today was wash so clean sheets clean towels., and robe. She sits on the bed and kicks off wedge espadrilles and lays back.
“If you need anything I’ll be on the sofa “
“No, she pats bed. ”OK We make spoons?” She says for the first time there’s need in her voice.
“I can do that.” I answer there a lot worse things in life than, laying next to a beautiful woman. I might take a cold shower first. She points at the bathroom opens her ruck extracts some things walks to bathroom. I let Bowie out and walk back she’s coming out of the bathroom she’s wearing panties. Looking every bit 30 something Taylor. I lay in bed she lays down. She scoots next to me. I put my arms around her she presses against me. He warmth feels good. This lasts a while in dark quiet. Laying the smell of her and the soft feel of her skin. She spins around.
“Enough spoon! rob ma ako kurvu!”
I have no idea what she’s saying but the panties are gone, and she put my hand on her breast and working her way down me moans turn to growls turns to screams until we’re exhausted sweaty and crash.
” Kava! wakes me Svetlana is holding a cup of coffee. “The morning light gives her an ethereal glow like a nude angel. Strange waking up to someone other than Bowie. Would you like to like to shower?”
“Ja” she takes me by the hand. Leading me adjusting the water we wash each slowly with tenderness we towel. Each other dry we kiss gently. I watch her dress apply make-up. Silence save for Coltrane’s A Love Supreme. The silence isn’t uncomfortable. She packs her ruck I offer to carry to her car; she waves me off at the door. She pauses and says” One day I tell you everything thank you.”
“No, I take you as you come Bowie and I keep secrets. Come by anytime. Bowie and really like you I say. The door closes I take my coffee to the sofa and start writing.
I like you.
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