The garden looked so peaceful this time of night, the wind slightly brushed against the trees, the sun just setting beyond the horizon and the gentle light emitting from the Chinese style lamps created a dim glow upon the buildings frontier. The large white building with the large brown oak door beckoned to be opened, but the night held so much promise I was almost reluctant to enter. It seemed to hold many secrets, but the wind felt almost ready to let them wash over me, I would’ve been a welcome listener. If listening meant I could spend just one more moment outside in the peace. It really was a perfect night for a wedding, the perfect landscape so similar to a movie scene it was almost unreal.
My heartbeat quickened as I neared the doors, anticipation was building up in my body I didn’t know what I was doing here, how could I stand by and watch the man I had always loved pledge himself to another?
But I had made it this far, and I was finally inside, my heart still beating erratically almost as manic as my mind as I looked upon the crowded room. My eyes stopped still, all I could see was him. My gaze was intently drawn to study the features of his perfect face; he was everything I had imagined he would be, and everything I could remember. I had almost lost count of the time it had been since I had last seen him, almost, but not yet. It had been 6 years, 3 months and 21 days. So many thoughts were rushing at me in that moment consuming my mind: does he even remember me? Does he remember the stolen moments so long ago? Does he still think of me?
There was nothing I could do but question; the room was suffocating me, stealing my last breaths. The room was alive, every corner torturing me; noise drifted from the people around some faces I recognized others were new to me, smells so sweet so succulent I was tempted to delight in their luxury. The multitude of smiles around the room sickened me, why wasn’t I the one he ended up with? I felt woozy all of a sudden; I couldn’t stand to be kept inside any longer, so without a word to anyone I crept out again, as if I had never been.
Alone in the quiet of the night I had a chance to think again, I could piece together the fragments of my mind and remember just how it had been. I remember how so long ago, he had laid me upon his bed whispering promises into my ear as his lips caressed my neck. His kisses wrecking havoc with my senses, making me drunk on his taste, I couldn’t remove myself from his arms, couldn’t pull away. I never wanted to. His hands embrace my body, wrapping me in the heat of his arms… His hands slowly pushing away the barriers, leaving me open to his gaze, oh how intense were those eyes, it was almost as though he could see through me. His kisses wandered to and from my mouth, my body burning to feel all of him pressed against my throbbing body, I had no control. He was all I could feel, the only sensation I needed and ached for. All my senses felt heightened, so engrossed in the chaos his mouth created that I blocked out the world. All I could hear was our tampered breathing and all I could feel was his impressive form pressed against mine. My body moist with need for his, the moment had come; I would finally feel the thick head of his erection edge its way into my body. We were caught in a dance as old as time, our bodies moving in sync. Perfection had found its way into every pore, an explosion so overwhelming had taken over, muscles were gripping more tightly against his, toes curling and fists pulling him closer, deeper, dying to feel more.
But they were memories, so distant now they had almost faded, but how could that be forgotten? Everything that had passed between us, it would be like asking a lion to trade meat for cabbage, he would still hunger, as I hungered now. As long as I had the memories I would not forget the endless nights of pleasurable torment….
My heartbeat quickened as I neared the doors, anticipation was building up in my body I didn’t know what I was doing here, how could I stand by and watch the man I had always loved pledge himself to another?
But I had made it this far, and I was finally inside, my heart still beating erratically almost as manic as my mind as I looked upon the crowded room. My eyes stopped still, all I could see was him. My gaze was intently drawn to study the features of his perfect face; he was everything I had imagined he would be, and everything I could remember. I had almost lost count of the time it had been since I had last seen him, almost, but not yet. It had been 6 years, 3 months and 21 days. So many thoughts were rushing at me in that moment consuming my mind: does he even remember me? Does he remember the stolen moments so long ago? Does he still think of me?
There was nothing I could do but question; the room was suffocating me, stealing my last breaths. The room was alive, every corner torturing me; noise drifted from the people around some faces I recognized others were new to me, smells so sweet so succulent I was tempted to delight in their luxury. The multitude of smiles around the room sickened me, why wasn’t I the one he ended up with? I felt woozy all of a sudden; I couldn’t stand to be kept inside any longer, so without a word to anyone I crept out again, as if I had never been.
Alone in the quiet of the night I had a chance to think again, I could piece together the fragments of my mind and remember just how it had been. I remember how so long ago, he had laid me upon his bed whispering promises into my ear as his lips caressed my neck. His kisses wrecking havoc with my senses, making me drunk on his taste, I couldn’t remove myself from his arms, couldn’t pull away. I never wanted to. His hands embrace my body, wrapping me in the heat of his arms… His hands slowly pushing away the barriers, leaving me open to his gaze, oh how intense were those eyes, it was almost as though he could see through me. His kisses wandered to and from my mouth, my body burning to feel all of him pressed against my throbbing body, I had no control. He was all I could feel, the only sensation I needed and ached for. All my senses felt heightened, so engrossed in the chaos his mouth created that I blocked out the world. All I could hear was our tampered breathing and all I could feel was his impressive form pressed against mine. My body moist with need for his, the moment had come; I would finally feel the thick head of his erection edge its way into my body. We were caught in a dance as old as time, our bodies moving in sync. Perfection had found its way into every pore, an explosion so overwhelming had taken over, muscles were gripping more tightly against his, toes curling and fists pulling him closer, deeper, dying to feel more.
But they were memories, so distant now they had almost faded, but how could that be forgotten? Everything that had passed between us, it would be like asking a lion to trade meat for cabbage, he would still hunger, as I hungered now. As long as I had the memories I would not forget the endless nights of pleasurable torment….
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