Knowing

She stood at her hotel window cloaked in a black waist length mink and a pair of black suede platform stilettos. She was feeling herself with freshly shaved legs and earlier in the day, visited her favorite nail salon. She'd bunned her hair into a lose pony-bun. She felt every bit of a woman because of how fresh she was - a mix between baby powder and peony. She stood at this hotel window that stood the height of the room, bare underneath, and waiting for his arrival. She stood, anticipating him burying his nose into her neck and inhaling deeply to take in every essence of her existence.

She stood at this window, with bare breasts pressed against the cold window's glass and let out the deepest of breathes of her life. Placing her left hand on the window, she stood and tossed herself into a daydream of their life forever. She imagined the ring being placed upon her finger as they continued to consume themselves into and onto one another. In the end, it'll all be worth it. 

But before she could imagine herself being a mother in this play world, she heard the bedroom doorknob turning. And slowly, she lifted her head off the window, grinning at her imprint as he walked over to her and as she watched him thru the window. Gently and breathtakingly, he pressed every bit of his six foot frame against her as he pressed his nose into her neck and rubbed against the same breasts that kissed the hotel window. No hello was needed nor was it necessary for her to turn around and greet him. 

He knew where he stood as did she. They were in this to win it.