It was not merely an event that lasted for one night. Not just the physical, its a nightly fling. Every sunset and sunrise, throwing out endless amounts of passionate sex. There was no protection. Every night, she gave and he gave. Neither ever took. Every morning he lay in her arms, not really wanting to move.
Chanting love songs like, "I really don't want to leave you." But when she'd awakened, he'd disappeared to go do whatever it was he had to do. He stayed on her mind day in and out. His touch was never forgotten. There was no other touch that compared.
At nightfall, she'd crawl right into her aura, closing her eyes, relocating into her crown, and he'd be there.
She found comfort in her celibacy and no other company could compensate if his spirit didn't have a home and his mind lacked awareness. She was devout to a man that she hadn't seen - ever in her years.
Somehow, he lie in her thoughts and his mind animated hers. Their chakras united - somewhere near Anahata. They had the best sex ever, she wasn't dreaming this. No one has ever placed the truth in her like he did. Nobody ever put fire to her in that way he did. Their divine love-making sessions left her divinely feigning.
His reflection had eluded her reality and she had only seen his soul.
She put the white and pink stick down and slowly picked up the phone.
When he answered, she paused on the line, his voice her new favorite song.
On the other side, he troubled and trampled over everything just to get to the ringtone. His inner voice alerting him of something that needed his special attention.
"Hello?"
The sound of her tone left him feeling hell of suspicious.
"Hey...i just." She sighed unaware of how to list this.
"I'm pregnant."
