the lighting seemed like a paradox to me at the time. those beams, connecting the floor of the house above us and the ceiling that completed this little hide-away, were the purgatory of heaven and hell. in my haste i took little notice of the surrounding walls and rooms, looking only for sanctuary near the warmest appliance i could find, the oven. you see, it's not that i was homeless or anything like that, i just wanted to ease my numbed hands and frozen disposition. the tides of life had changed and there i was clinging to a sinking plank of what would have been my ship.
if i had been more intuned, as they would say, i would've been less surprised when i could feel her eyes clawing into my back, like those of an ignored love interest that the main character will regret not seeing before. the seemingly invisible hairs of my neck were starting to stand in defense of my skin, they saw the silently approaching storm that was rolling in from the high seas. there, beyond my field of vision, the siren of the rocks was warming her vocal cords in hopes of luring me to a watery grave created by her eyes and her sweat. my heart beckoned for the cannons to roll forward, take their aim and be at the ready in case war was declared.
we stood, as two ships on the open sea, waiting for movement.
she took three steps forward. cautious, little steps, meant to be playful but to me, resembled the foot-work of a nervous school-girl creeping up on a bug, as a dare spelled out by her friends. it took everything inside my head to keep me from turning six shades of red. i met her eyes with mine and made sure to keep them locked on her face, to keep my target in plain sight at all times. the waves in my stomach were churning, sending the crew sloshing back and forth, above and below deck. that nervous foot-work of her's, mixed with the feeling of being lost in her eyes, was like inhailing the breath of a bullet and living to tell about it.
her body came closer to mine, enveloping my frame in kinetic heat that could start a fire at any second. she was singing that siren song in her head and transmitting it into mine, lulling my mind into a state of dreamy euphoria. she was speaking in tongues to me, wandering from one idea to another, weaving a web that will suck the life from me soon enough. no matter how much i want to turn away from this moment, i can't. my body is numb with energy and stuck in a state of endless stillness.
i began to notice her stance at this point. her right foot flat on the floor, the left foot slightly raised on the ball. her now bent left knee was stretching her thigh outward toward my unmoving legs. one hand was reaching out, taking grasp of my arm, the other, wrapping around the small of my back and pulling me slowly into her frame where her breathing was clearly fast and shallow. she and i were both delirious with lust and small amounts of unease. a flame was growing between us and was poised to set the entire building on fire, entombing us in a photograph of reds, oranges and yellows.
this is amazing. this is what is feels like to want so deeply that it hurts.
her face came even closer to mine, her eyes drawing me in and holding me down. my mouth went dry and my lungs locked, what little oxygen was left, inside my chest for safe keeping. the head-rush was intoxicating me, like so many shots of whiskey on a fall evening. her mouth was smiling, in some bizarre combination of innocence and perversion, as if she could read my mind and dreams. i bit my lower lip, trying to keep my composure, and leaned into her waiting body. there, in the air between us, our goosebumps rose from our skin and made contact with each other, signaling the rest of our bodies to follow suit.
our lips caressed, sending electricity into our pores and across our faces. the saliva we shared at that moment was laced with high emotions and hormones, the means to an end. her hands gripped tighter around my back and arm, dragging me into the depths of those soft lips that hid her true intentions. i could feel my head swim in her energy just before a spark of pain broke me free from her spell. our connection was broken by the new taste of blood in my mouth. her head snapped back and began to grin at me, deviously taking note of my shock and awe. a small giggle escaped her mouth before her tongue drew in the speck of my blood that still lingered on her lip.
her teeth dug into me for the second time that night. the first was skin and this time blood.
another moment like that and she would taste my soul and devour me eternally.
Special Note:
ReplyDeletethe female involved in this post, was quoted verbatim, in saying the following:
"Not really interested in what you have to say about me so I will not be reading this. Thanks all the same."
surely, if someone clues her in on about the content of this post, she MIGHT reconsider. i hope there is a brave enough soul out there to do so.
Dax
She wont.
ReplyDeleteanonymous. strange, i'm quite sure your name isn't really Anonymous. so you know the un-named person of which is spoken? stranger more so.
ReplyDeletebuck buck, i sees a chicken.