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APHIE'S RANTS AND PIECES
2001-09-05 - 9:28 a.m. - ...Red hot and chilli in my bedroom They lived in this expansive mansion: wide acres of land, palm trees, courtyards, multiple empty rooms, and a section of the house dedicated to him and his band members to live, sleep and shit in while they recorded their new album. They would live in it for weeks or more on end, as long as it would take as they penned the lyrics to the sound that would define their new music. It had to be serene and secluded with a minimal amount of invasion by visitors, friends or family in order to enable them concentrate on the psyche that would objectify the album. She hadn't seen him for days. Most of the time while he worked she engaged in her own work out of town, working on promotions and tours for the groups under her management. It was just a way to keep busy and her mind off her husband enabling him to work without any disturbance or female nagging from her. It was convenient for both of them and for him most especially as all the women in his life had never understood the hibernatory attitude of his musical regimen, which inevitably always resulted in their untimely break-up. She had been home for a couple of days, cutting her trip short mainly because she missed him, needed to be held by him, needed that touch that was indistinctively his. She was almost tempted to participate in some adulterous engagements while she was away but she knew that with each man that tempted her, it made her miss her husband more and harbor an unnerving yearning for his touch. On the 3rd day she went upon sacred ground, clad in only her night shirt, a pair of slippers and a burning between her legs as she tread on his soil at the light of dawn to stain their sanctitude with her invasion. She had missed her husband long enough. She found them asleep. A stale smell of sweat, fermented alcohol, tobacco smoke, mixed with the vindiction of toil and effort seeped into her nose as she found the men half naked and sprawled casually on the king size bed shielded with lace curtains. He slept on the lower right side, his head falling off the bed while his body stunk of an acrid flavor. Chad was to the left, and Flea couldn't be found---he was possibly on the floor by the bed passed out from all the copious amounts of alcohol they had participated in last night. She tugged Anthony and he woke to her arms with a chuckle. His body lacked a good bath, but the nauseating smell of sweat and dirt on him rather excited her and she took a strong whiff of it inhaling with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his body and he took her boldly in his. He apologized. He apologized for staying away so long. She said it was okay. He was allowed to work as long as he wanted to. She said, "I just never realised how much I loved you until I went away from you. It's like I love you more and more daily." In soft breaths, choked up as she rubbed her hands softly on his palm, feeling every ridge, cut and slice on it. Her eyes questioned why it was so...why should she grow to love him? why shouldn't their love be, if anything depreciating as the days went by, as the years of their marriage and distance devloped between them expanded? He answered proudly, with a matter-of-factly tone that set the pace and reassured her of his unflinching devotion to her. "It's not like I am going anywhere is it? There's nothing wrong with that?" She forced a smile as he took her into her closer, rubbing up the supple warmth of her breasts on his bare chest. His hand went smoothly underneath her nightshirt to cup the mound of her breasts in his hand and he rubbbed it slowly and sensually, reacquainting himself with his wife's alluring body. She asked if it was time for them to have a baby. He asked if she was sure that was what she wanted, and she nodded in response. "I miss you so much when you're not here that I need something to remind me, or be with me while you're gone." In his 39 years with women, groupies and hookers living out his rock and roll life on the road, he had never fathered a child with any of those women. He had saved his children for the woman who was to be his wife, and now that woman felt it was time... "We better start now," he replied coyly. He turned her over to her back and pulled up the nightshirt over her head and began... to make love to her on their side of the bed. The curtains shielded them from any onlookers, and the others moved over on the bed to allow the married couple room to copulate freely; but the only people in that crowded smelly room were themselves, happily ascentuating the reason why they fell in love in the first place. Their intense lovemaking magic...it brought them together and never kept them apart. They were like magnets waiting to be ignited every time they fell into the same room. Believe it or not, Aphie had had this dream, and in the morning she felt the need to write it down just in case it happens to occur in real life or something vaguely similar happens to her. This is for Anthony...I don't know you but damn, it would be nice wouldn't it? back track - fast forward - history aphie's chronicles - aphie's transcripts aphie's other personality - aphie's diary rings tell aphie you read her work - 
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