How Now, Brown Cow?

For a while we looked perfectly in sync. Physically, sexually, emotionally, alcoholically ... Hell who cares ...

By day we ran around like rabbits into the sand and grass. At night we were one of the most admired couple, and in bed we were dynamite ... There was one problem and it only grew ... He fell in love with me. And I did not want to be in love. The more he began to need me the farther I would pull away. The early unalloyed pleasure that we had taken in each others company became compromised by frustrations, jealousy. We would fight split up, heatedly reunite. I would refuse to see him for weeks at a time.

So love became anger, became hate, became pain, became love again.His passion towards me was burning white hot. mine for him, was not as strong as that.It gave me pleasure when he fought for her love every day- every hour.He was not used to being without the upper hand.I was unpredictable, responsive to only my emotions, the feelings of now ... Where would it take us?? Only till bed ...