Qara

In this bleak mid-morning. I get nostalgic. Her scent on my sheets, her body on mine, my hands on hers.

I'm seated on this desk with my mind on a vacation in her world, Qara. He stands there talking to my ghosts explaining a code.

I pity him, my programming lecturer for having a lecture on a Monday morning.

We first met at freshers' party and barely had a conversation that's normal. I looked at her eyes and she married my soul. Her lips were all juicy as if an invite for me to kiss her. Play with them. Massage my emotions.

I close my eyes and she comes to my face. Her innocent moan's from each succeeding stroke. How we got there I can't recall but the burning desire I sure remember.

"You should have told me!"

" I know, I know. I'm sorry …" I coo as if I'd make the situation better by being meek

" I hate being the bad girl !"

" I'm sorry " I sooth

" You are sorry but what next. Who am I to you? "

I come to the present with regret but proud I never answered. The chemistry, the beginning was great. Only the end, I regret. We maybe have been something of sorts maybe not but that's just a maybe. Out of lust, a big maybe. Maybe if she hadn't been so nagging, if she hadn't called, I'd have been with Qara. If and only if she hadn't called she wouldn't have known. It remains an if. She paid for her sin. I comfort my dark mind with a striking assurance. I broke up with her and I felt good. The sound of her heart breaking. A good bad vengeance but was it worth it? I'll answer ages to come.

In this bleak mid-morning. I grin devilishly. Her scent off my sheets, her body wherever it is, my hands on this brown desk. I had no words but my lack of words stopped an apology. Her body flat on the bed. The apology was to be delivered in a series of rocking motions. I recall my one-night stand, Qara.

I couldn't help feel the rush. I was ready to mingle out of vengeance for the constant turbulence I was facing in my relationship. I wanted someone new. I needed someone new and this was my shot. I walked into the school backyard and what I saw was pleasing. Curly hair held in a ponytail fashion. Strapless mini black dress and perfectly matched with black and white sneakers. She was giving me ripples with her voluptuous body. She was a magnet, I the metal. I wanted to make mistakes, bad choices. I shut down my mind, approached then flirted. Bad decisions make good stories right? This statement is true otherwise you wouldn't have read this far. I wouldn't have zoned out of my lecture. This is a result of a malady called Qara. Was she worth losing Lisa for? Definitely! Was I going to regret it? I cared less.

The music was too loud. She was having her fun. I was intruding. I wanted to be her fun. I wanted to be her party. Of all the opening remarks I would have made ...

" Would you slap me if I kissed you? "

She had a blank stare for a second or two then gave me this slutty smirk as if to say she didn't mind but a warning not to dare.

" Hey, gorgeous! " She replied

Whatever I said next, whatever happened next, as I had told you earlier I can't commemorate.