For her, again and again
She opened her eyes, and they were all dreamy.
“That was magic!”
“Shall we do it again?”
She blinked her eyes in consent, and we dove into another one that left us utterly breathless.
“I could get used to this,” she said, “that was so –”
“Yes. I don’t think it could ever become routine.”
“Shall we try?”
And we did. And it still wasn’t.
When we came up for air after a small eternity, she smiled and said, “And after that you expect to take the girl’s clothes off, right?”
I burst out laughing.
“I thought it was funny, too, but not that funny.”
“Well, the funny thing is that I’m obviously kissing someone who has read Raymond Chandler, which is rare nowadays –”
“I love reading Chandler,” she interjected.
“and, if you wish, I’d only be too happy to proceed in the Chandler way.”
“We’ll see about that – eventually,” she cautioned, but with a twinkle. “First we’ll have to get some more practice with magic, intimate and routine.”
And we proceeded to do exactly that.
– Leonard “Raymond” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written for Café Writing (Magic) and Option 5 Seven Things, but not quite going by the instructions. The instructions were “Give me seven examples of every-day magic.” Instead, I let myself be carried away by the Chandler quote which preceded the instructions:
“Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl’s clothes off.”