I’d rather be a comma than a full stop. -
Coldplay
If you remember anything… remember that.
In the half-light she emerged. Piercing eyes shot through the night with the
power of ten thousand midnight suns. The
noise of the world deafened by her silent seduction. Her sauntered step in perfect rhythm with the
primal beat of the earth. Calling,
beckoning me to join, to dissolve as I allow myself to enter the primal flow of
the molten heat churning beneath our feet.
Like the moon, she silently began to circle me; calling my passions to
follow her movements in a perpetual high tide.
I approached in steps simpatico. The diminutive steps she took back acted as
little more than a feigned retreat. A retrograde
that only caused the lava simmering beneath to begin to churn. My hand reached out. A moment before its touch I felt the
simmering heat rising from her body. The
contact brought the pressure of her jaw pushing back as against mine. Like a cat she had closed her eyes as she
pressed herself against the touch. I leaned in.
By the time she had opened her eyes my lips were almost in contact with
hers. As our lips met the ground opened
beneath us. We were caught in the
eruption of the primal molten flow. Caught
in the deluge of the waterfall of passion kisses became voracious. Touches became animal as the fictions of the
world had made the two desperate for truth.
I pulled her into me. Longing to feel the softness of her press
against mine. Her form, so firm yet
tinder. The walking contradiction that
cried out to him. Her hands were just as
desperate to pull me into her. The world
may have continued outside of the sanctum, but all that was outside of the
other did not matter. To loose oneself
into the simple binary of the two. For
now that is all that matters.
For now that is all.
