Taylor stared at the sheets of music before him. He had never written music like that before. Never with such quickness, such passion. He could feel the words and the music beating through his heart and he played them on his keyboard and sung as though nothing mattered but his voice and the words he felt so strongly embedded in his heart.
He recorded the song and neatly put the sheet music on his dresser. He could almost feel her in it; hear her sweet voice the last time he had heard him sing. But that was a long time ago. ‘A lot’s changed since then,’ his mind said. ‘But not the way she can make me feel,’ his body responded. Taylor closed his eyes, tired of the battle between his ever-so-practical mind and his rebeling body.
God, how she had changed. But still, when she smiled... It was like a flashback to when he was consumed in his teenage puppy-love and when he would do anything in the world for her. With his eyes still closed he envisioned her lips, curving ever so slightly into that teasing smile of hers. She could pout so easily with her lips...they were so full.
Taylor felt his body beginning to respond to his thoughts and he quickly tried to push them out of his mind. But it wouldn’t happen. Soon he was envisioning her entire body; now a series of sensual curves and tenderness. He could almost feel the smoothness of her skin once again.
Taylor laid on his bed, eyes closed for almost an hour, thoughts and mental pictures whirling around in his head until he wanted to scream out for her. But he could feel the small voice inside him saying, ‘She’s different: something’s different about her.’ But his thoughts drowned out the voice, making him immune to that small pleading voice...
Kelsey stared at the ceiling, letting herself slowly come out of the darkness. She sighed and let a wimper of pain escape her lips, but not loud enough to be heard by the sleeping, satisfied, drunken body beside her. She could feel him turning in the bed and slowly slid out, letting the air brush over her bruised, naked body.
She crept quietly out of the room and into the living room. She stared to turn toward her hiding place when she suddenly caught a glance of her body in the full length mirror in the room. She gasped and quickly closed her eyes to avoid it. But she couldn’t. She had to see. She wanted to see the pain. She wanted to feel it.
She stared at her body. She could barely recognize it. It was covered in a mass of black and blue bruises and small lines of dried blood. She winced just gazing at her reflection. Her fingers ran over her inner thighs, still wet with her pain and his pleasure.
She quickly turned away from the mirror, trying to escape the voice telling her, “You deserve it; you shouldn’t have left him.” Kelsey closed her eyes, fighting back to tears. She knew why she had. She had thought when she was older he wouldn’t have the same effect on her. She had been right; he hadn’t. He had had a larger, deeper effect on her.
Kelsey let Taylor’s face slowly form in her mind. She felt the corner of her lips tugging at her face as she saw the tangle of dirty blonde hair brush ever so quietly across his face. She saw the curves of his lips in that pout she had once known so well. His soft, gleaming skin as the sun hit it, making it glow. And his eyes...that blue. So clear, so innocent, so child-like, and so arousing. ‘It all comes back to lust,’ she thought. ‘But there’s so much more...’ she felt herself respond.
Without knowing what she was doing, she reached underneath the couch and pulled out an old, faded blue spiral. She blew softly, the dust revealing the words, ‘Soul Searching...’ Her book of poetry. She flipped through the pages and doodles full of her rhyming words she had never revealed to anyone; not even Jennifer. The pen appeared in her fingers out of nowhere and as she felt her heart throbbing, she began to write:
