Passion

She smelled of a musky arridness complimented by a sweet aroma of pomegranate infused into the threads of her clothes due to the prolonged years of dousing herself  with the same cheap perfume. The scent stung the nostrils in the most stimulating way, clinging to the hairs so that even days after one would continue to be haunted by her powerful fragrance. Her makeup, sloppily applied would layer the skin so that her synthetic white face rested upon her lightly tanned body, a bit of comedy to the look that she so vainly presented as elegant. Despite her imperfections her beauty was undeniable, though her aesthetic superficiality was not what had enthralled me. What encapsulated my passion was the overwhelming feeling that overtook me when her body was pressed against mine. With each kiss she would push herself in further, her clutching only similar to that of a cliffhanger. My hands would run though her silk red hair and retreat to the small of her back, taking in the warmth she so carelessly emitted. After an especially passionate kiss she would gaze straight into my soul with her blue crystalline eyes, melting my insides with a smirk that would draw the envy from even the most lustful gods.  Slowly leaning in to where our lips barely met, eye contact was made and an understanding established as if she knew what was running through my mind; her smile evolved into an ephemeral beam that quickly faced elimination as my puckered lips signaled for her return.

Never have I felt so comfortable, so warm and at such peace than with her body pressed against me. Our arms held each other, a lock that no act of nature short of God could remove. She held a certain glimmer in her eye that sparkled within the light of the moon. Deep within she was feeling something special, something new. I knew she did, one could feel it within the pulsing of her heart. But what was it? Does my heart allow myself to comprehend the overpowering feelings that emptied into me from it's bottomless ewer? Is it even possible to sum up those fantastic feelings with one un-cliched word? Alas I shall not even attempt such an endeavor! To undertake the burden of such feelings at times seems like a farcical full-hearted kind of sojourn that could only lead to disappointment. Is it fear that causes the confusion, or simply the intimidation that I am not accustomed to feeling such powerful emotions?

Her whole aura resembled a gravitational field, I could not find the strength to separate myself from her. As long as she was near life seemed so warm, so full of color; without her life was meaningless and unbearable. Her body felt perfect against mine; her breasts against my chest, the curve of her hips outlining the arch of her back as she pressed herself into me even further. It was as if she was attempting to fuse with me, our souls coexisting as one perfect passionate being, our heart beating simultaneously in sync, never missing a beat. Father time died that night, clocks stopped ticking, the sand ceased to fall and the shadow on the dial remained still; time itself stopped for us and us alone. Her lips brushed against my neck, sending a chill from my back to my legs, throwing my balance off. The sensation of her lips upon my skin was an unparalleled pleasure only equaled to orgasmic epiphanies.

I continued to question the legitimacy of my reality. How could any of it be real? Those emotions so full of truth and purity, encumbering ones soul with the unmistakable weight of unriddable affection, planted a seed within me. I'm sure God exists, and he was blessing me with every flick of his hand. As if golden flakes were falling from the sky above I stood open armed, ready to accept her love with each and every gilded drop. Such happiness! such joy! what ecstasy! I was amazed that with each passing day my affection only grew stronger.

C.R.