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They were a contradiction. A contradiction in values. In beliefs. In virtually every sense of the word.
She with her, “Your aura is so dark and muddy, man. You have to learn how to let go of some of that control.”
And he with his, “It’s not all hugs and kisses. Sometimes peace can only be maintained through warfare first, love.”
They would always disagree when it came to politics, when it came to human rights and when it came to common decency. However, with as much contradiction there was between the two of them, there was one place that they were united.
The hotel sheet wrapped around her waist and legs as she sat a top him. Her long blonde, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders - the ends dancing lightly across her nipples as she rocked back and forth. His hands, so strong and forceful, guiding her in place.
This was where they found unity. A taboo affair between a flower child and a warmonger, who put aside their differences and lived in the moment.
Afterward she would sit naked and cross legged on the bed. She would play her guitar and sing songs of world peace, as they passed a joint between them.
He would sit up on his elbow and watch and listen, wishing that he could see things the way she did.
However, with each rendezvous, their points of view would begin to shift.
She would eventually say to him, “Your aura is bright blue with a purple haze, man.”
And he would eventually say, “If only peace treaties could be handled in the bedroom.”