Music Monday: Ride

Monday, November 03, 2014

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A fictional interpretation of a song by SoMo.

Candles flickering on the bedside table, and twinkling Christmas lights dangling on the wall above the bed: this is how she was going to lose her virginity.

“I thought about buying champagne, and sprinkling rose petals everywhere, but I didn’t want to be too cliche.” He said.

He was standing at the bedroom door, leaning into the frame, and watching as she ran her fingers over the sheets on his bed. She looked up when he spoke, tucked a glossy lock of dark hair behind her ear, and smiled timidly at him.

“It’s perfect.” She said. “Thank you.”

He closed the space between them with a few footsteps and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the soft skin on her neck. He loved the way she smelled, like lavender and vanilla soap.

You’re perfect.” He said, and she chuckled.

That’s cliche.” She said.

And then she pressed her lips against his.


They met at a bar.

Even more cliche was the fact she was only there for a friend. A friend who had been recently dumped and claimed to be in desperate need of a girl’s night out, only to ditch that idea for the much more appealing world of drunken one-night-stands. Her friend had left her alone, reading a book at the bar.

“Who brings a book to a bar?” He had asked, taking the seat next to her.

She looked up briefly, but when their eyes met she quickly turned back to her book.

“I’m sorry. Was that a rude question? Or are you just shy?” He asked.

She did her best to ignore him, but she couldn’t hide the smile that took over her face.

“Ah, just shy then.” He said. “I should’ve known.”

He snatched the book from her hands, and flipped it over so he could read the title.

“Hey!” She shouted, her cheeks turning red. 

“Really? Shakespeare? In a bar? Are you even human?”

“Give it back!”

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

“I was reading that! Give it back!”

He closed the book and looked at her. She grabbed it from his hands, and turned away from him. Her own hands were shaking. She could feel him staring at her.

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t even know you.” She said.

“So you can answer the question. Why are you reading Shakespeare in a bar?”

“Because I can?”

“Is that an answer or a question?”

She rolled her eyes and stood up.

“I’m leaving now.” She said, turning to leave. “Goodbye.”

But it wasn’t goodbye.


His shirt was the first item of clothing to come off.

It always was. She liked to run her hands up and down his torso, along the waistband of his jeans…

But this time it was different. This time, when her hands found his waistband, they also found his zipper without hesitation. Her eyes, her breathing, were just as heavy with desire as his own. 

This time, they wouldn’t stop.


She wasn’t interested at first.

At least that’s what she told herself every time they ran into each other. And they ran into each other often, accidentally. As if their lives were suddenly as predictably unpredictable as every romantic comedy in her Netflix queue. 

“Are you stalking me?” She asked him as they stood in line at her favorite coffee shop. 

It was the third time she had seen him since the night at the bar. The first time was at the grocery store. Then, there was the time she spotted him a few tables away at the sushi restaurant she went to with friends. And now he was standing in front of her in line at her coffee shop.

He laughed.

“I can’t say I believe in coincidence, but I promise I’m not stalking you. This is a complete accident. I swear.” He said. “But since we’re both here, can I buy your coffee?”

She said yes.


Seven months later, her clothes were lying on his floor.

“We’ll go slow.” He promised.

His lips traced a path from the top of her head down to her feet. Then, he covered her mouth with his when he joined their bodies together. Finally, her first time. 

She never would have predicted that she’d end up here with him. But that’s how life works, isn’t it? The greatest experiences in life are the ones you least expect.

She relaxed into the slow, sweet rhythm of their bodies moving together until they found release. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.

A delicious ride that lasted all night. Over and over and over again.

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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