Meeting you was looking at the full moon in a starry sky. Your light hypnotized me. Under your gaze, my soul trembled, and your mouth captivated my heart with its lips and smiles and laughter. Suddenly, I was an ocean wave and gravity made sense. Adventure called. You were a wonderful forest waiting for a daring wanderer.
Then I sensed the warm depths of your bosom, and I knew I wanted to drown inside of them. Better yet, as our plainness washed away with knowledge, I learned how to breathe in your infinity. That was when I asked you to tell me the most crucial secret.
“Tell me, how can a man win your heart?”
Your look was one of mischief. You grinned and rolled your eyes. “The gentleman should charm me, of course.”
“And how could he do that?”
“For one, he should be charming. Goodbye, I am running late.”
Like that, you left me alone with your smell, that sweet scent of pearls. And, of course, a quest. One that took me half a decade to complete, but now we are here: you, me, and this rose.
And death i think is no parenthesis
The paperback was shut and beside me were a pair of dewy, fluttering eyelashes. Was my lady upset? I knew she was not when she sat up and went straight to my lips.
A slow, miniature dance of softness. You taught me how some kisses should be whispered. Your heartbeat against my chest, and you tangled your fingers in my hair. Then, with my hand cupping the back of your neck, I turned you over and gave you one last, small kiss.
The sun’s rays hit your eyes and they melted into pools of honey. Your cheeks were a faint shade of pink. Once again, I understood how beauty was invented.
When I produced the rose from behind me, your plump lips curved discreetly into a crescent. I held it to your sweet button nose, rose smelling rose. Then I tickled your lips, making you chuckle. Your rosy cheeks followed. Suddenly, the flower was an explorer in lands of milk and honey. As I gently outlined your figure (breasts, waist, navel), your laughter chimed like a bell announcing service. I answered the call, a devotee to your sighs, and kissed you again.
Once the dance was over I looked into your chamomile eyes. You raised your hand and cupped my cheek, caressing it with your thumb.
“I love how the afternoon sunshine kisses your face, darling,” she said.
I knew that in her eyes I was also full of wonders. Her look assured me that, as she was the queen of my every lovely thought, I was the ruler of hers. Oh, to be loved as much as one does.
“Can I assume, then, that I have successfully charmed you?”
She giggled. “Consider me charmed.”
*****
Hello, humans.
Started writing again because we're being held captive by COVID-19. This piece was inspired by Heath Ledger because I love that guy to pieces (specifically A Knight's Tale and Candy). It also contains a line from ee cumming's poem since feeling is first.
Yes, this is very cheesy, I know, but cut me some slack! I'm trapped in my house, thinking about Heath (and others hehe sshh). Writing is my only escape, even if it is fan fiction-esque. Hope y'all like it.
Love,
Nan.
