It was a brief encounter. So brief that before they could get over the clumsiness of it all, it got over leaving them yearning , longing , desperately wanting to stop the hands of clock so they could spend one more night together, one more day, one more hour of togetherness.
The reason I write in third person is because I want to look at it from a distance. The ‘ I ‘ dissolved in those moments what have left scent of love in my hair, in memories that nestle in the hollow of my neck, in the delicate web of my fingers and in places that blossomed and came to life only after he touched. First the mind, then the heart, and then the body.
In waves of breathless, mindless ecstasy
he breathes in, sharp
she purrs, catlike
her body a Smörgåsbord
he savours her
each pip
crushes between
ravenously longing
tongue and teeth
and lips
pomegranate
knutschfleck the color of orgasms
sensuous syllables
in blushed hues of red
billet-doux
like crushed violets
on white satin sheet
revealed
the morning after
a phantasmal explosion of a rainbow awry
Psychedelic bodies
engulfed
consumed
colonized
The meteoric more beautiful
than the everlasting
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they parted
carrying
scent of each other
the warmth of their passion
only to float
into each others dream
a dream that flew
across a thousand miles
and two oceans in between
A dream that stupefied her. She went through it in a trance like state. All the romanticized notions that she had built up in her mind evaporate through thin air. All that remained were the bodies - arms entangling and untangling. His voice touching places inside her as if someone moving through a house flicking light switches. Her mouth a molotov. The smell of sex charged the room, circling over them like a ghost.
Love when turned to passion is brave, furious and loud. There is no time for fantasies and honeyed mush. When passion takes over you don’t want a just a heart, you want everything - flesh, blood, and bones. You want to occupy every thought, every breath, every pulse. You want fingerprints tattooed all over you. It is strange, this fire that ignites two human bodies. It’s a fire that consumes without burning. A fire that transcendent and purifies everything.
She felt like a lovely bonfire burning day and night on a tropical coast filled with scent of salt that gently tickles down the spine and the heat that melts the body like wax embraced by the flame. A teasing burn of silky excitement, noting like anything she had felt before. Nothing could calm this sensation but sin and for once she was ready for it.
Quickies don’t include showers nor luxurious soaks in tubs with rose petals floating in them. They include blind and furious salt laced bodies, tongues and mouths driven by thirst.
They lay there in the realm of sleep, without sleeping, half with fear , half with wonder at what they had awakened in each other. Trembling in bitter-sweet longing, enchanted, bewitched. Suspended in time and place. And then they kissed – his lips on hers telling all that which his stumbling words could never do.
She let him sleep. All disheveled and unwound. His head buried between her breasts. Dressed in nothing but his undress like a careless animal. She watched his body slowly become a silhouette and longed to mold it into hers but stopped. She loved to watch him as he lay in deep slumber. Her heart beat outside her body flushed with this new-found deep sexual pleasure. She felt anesthetized by sensations one can’t speak of without sounding absurd. One can only sentimentalized it after it is over.
Here was the man she loved, like a child with his appetites. She had yielded to him what he wanted, willingly. She let him ruin her with his intense love. In those intimate hours with herself she felt the fervent rush inside her which had known no outlet till now.
The wooden floor creaked under her bare feet as she carefully tip-toed to the bathroom. Turning on the light she gazed at her nude body that quivered with magic and mayhem of the moments gone by. She smiled at the silliness of all that she had imagined and fantasized about both of them. Reality was far more fascinating than fiction. Every pore of her body sent out a message that said , “I am here. I am alive.” The cold water from the tap sizzled on her smooth skin and electrified her entire body. She let it trickle down the hollow of her neck and flow like a rivulet between her aching breasts. Her cheeks were on fire by realization of the fact that for once in her entire life she gave in completely to her desires. Unrestrained, Unchained and she felt gloriously happy.
Tomorrow she would wander with him amid the beautiful ruins.
As she synced her breathing with his she realized something. From now on she would live two lives – one that she was living and one that she would always wonder about. A dream within a dream. A life that lay beyond the invisible line that separated their worlds. A line she will never be able to cross. A line that told her place. She brushed the thought aside. This was their time and she did not want to lose even a moment. The morning sun will bring the hour of separation closer but for now the shadow of her arm circled his waist and neither the sleep or the night could separate them.
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