Road to Love

She clings, melding her body to his. Her soft roundness adheres to his sinewy perfection.

“How will you find me?” she asks, searching his Atlantic eyes, buoyed by his love.

“I’ll feel the beating of your heart, as it calls to mine. I’ll walk in tempo with passion’s rhythm and never falter.”

She glances away. “No, you’ll be lost to me. My heart won’t lead you forward; it will break. I shall die without your love.” A pearly teardrop gathers and begins its slow descent, meandering down her cheek.

He traces the tear’s track with his tongue. Leaning back, he purses his kiss-swollen lips, more delicious than cream puffs and cocoa.

“Lost,” she says again, and touches her own mouth. She revels in its tender soreness, a reminder of his stubbly morning desire.

“Ah, he says, “but I shall also follow the trail of your divine scent. I can’t mistake it: you smell of roses and hay and irresistible smuttiness.” He buries his head in the wild tangles of her hair and inhales.

She pushes him off. “No. You’ll fail. You’ll find a garden of roses, or a field of hay. Or, God forbid, you’ll find willing women all along your path, but you’ll never find me.”

“You must have faith,” he says. “I’ll hear your alto voice, singing exquisite harmonies with the spring songbirds.”

“Impossible!”

“Then I shall see an aura of pure gorgeousness in the heavens above you. I shall track it to you.”

“No, no. It will never happen.”

She sobs with heartbroken intensity. He’s silent for a moment. Straightening his shoulders, he lifts his manly chin.

“Well, then, tell me your Socials. Are you on TikTok, by any chance?”  he asks.

 She gasps in admiration. Ingenious. He’s a techno-master as well as the world’s best lover. And soon, he will also be a Follower.