A brief while passed...
And since any ephemeral question - ever vehemently formulated but never truly articulated - heavily collided against darkest hair and spasmodic breaths, mingling each burden within an unruffled ocean of conceivable reasons, allowing my robotic insentience to mawkishly settle its naive ambition into a newly acquired state of acceptance instead of sadistically drowning in my own self, just as the infinite sky above radiantly crumbled down, in maddening colors never before seen, from epitomical lechery - otherwise deeply desired - to rearrange the sweltering rugged linen into a perfectly muted conversation, unavailing words were sternly left unspoken.
Noticing the decline of known certainty, time faded heavenly, frantically dancing in swirling shadows upon her fetching skin under my tracing index, while her pledging lovely eyes, bleeding affrighting tears over my festering emotional wounds as only resort of reassuring amassed deities of our endeavoring struggle against an otherwise devilry reality, depicted but glistering memories of ours across the imposed silence, as the scent of her deepest mystery, still upon my lips, filled the voided intimacy with flavors of endless possibilities. With hopeful thoughts, avidly running all over her enthralling presence, from a cinnamon incensing neck and ever-glowing shoulders, passing a glamorous waist, down to her inner thigh brazenly pulsating her hidden secrets in complete disagreement with a now dazed sun, I could measure the continual universe as it laid its majestic creation in front of me.
I wouldn't argue, I could have died right then and there...
But the daring sun, observing the recurrent premise of a deceitful outcome from high in the unscathed distance, suddenly shifted position behind simulated feelings, defining its wanderings in the thin air between her most veiled ambition and my doleful expectation, while shards of insecurities stumbled down such hastily deserted veins, widely outstretched, as soon as my arms clung onto a stubborn denial of any veridical conclusion. For we were never meant to spoke wonders facing the wraith of unspoken truths, stains of former disgraceful sins dribbled languidly from pilled-up sorrows eclipsing the unfolding pleasure, as she eagerly nipped my lower lip, as if this was a last given chance to the exhausted beauty, until deeply absorbing my entirety.
Even if defying any common sense seemed unreasonable, the blatant disregard of those unreliable moral values filled the scenery with gratitude as I accepted, with my right hand hungrily stuck into lustiest hair and the other envyingly drawing melic infiniteness along her spine in slow-motion, the displayed wantonness to be the single valid possibility of avoiding any unpredictable decision. Purest algophobic drops fell guilty from grimaced eyes, nourishing my eternal obsession, just as the air moved slowly towards an unwanted ending. Soon, the burning passion within devilish eyes dimmed its fire and I couldn't tell if she was dressing, hiding each of them virginal emotions under obtrusive clothes, or she was just abandoning my strongest yearning.
And please, darling, be quiet as you are leaving...
Photo: Constanta, 2009
Story: Bucharest, 2015