TOUCHING STORY .....(NOW AND FOREVER)
The elegance of her dancing hit me that evening on my way to
work, she was the sight that made my heart stop for a bit, the
wonder that seized my breath; she was!
The music she danced to was a crappy one, but you wouldn't
know that from the marvel she was weaving; she made the
song seem better than what God's own angels will ever sing.
Her long hair buzzed about her like a halo of black, her waist
writhed like a well-oiled screw setting through its inch-perfect
tunnel , the sweat on her brow trickled down her face, some
falling as she moved, some streamed down her finely-
sculptured tower of a neck.
Then she threw her head back, let a chuckle escape her lips to
reveal neatly arranged teeth, not clear white, but a sparkly
creamy-yellow.
Her tight-fitting blouse carefully led the eyes about the lithe
tone of her body, her shaped arms, her gently rising small
breasts, and the valley-flatness of her stomach – all calling to
be seen, to be loved.
Her brown satin skirt flared as she danced, it swooped about
her legs like a whirling carriage; its lacy edge caught the wind
and made it moan something sensual, her legs shot out from
beneath the skirt and stamped gently on the sand, forming a
dark brown cloud of dust at her feet.
It was a beautiful sight to watch.
I waited, watching, even as I knew I was getting late for my
shift.
She was a stranger, I'd never seen her till that moment but
nothing in this world had seemed more known or intimate to
me than how I felt about her.
As she danced with her friends, she must have seen me
watching her intently- because she winked at me and that was
the very moment my breath ceased and my heart stopped.
2.
Have you ever touched a live wire – and experienced that
shock that shakes you from your head to your very soul?- that
shock, I felt it the first time he kissed me. As his lips caressed
mine and his hands wrapped around my shoulders and he
patiently probed through my lips with his tongue, gently
sucking on my lips- my soul tingled!
His eyes, which were like brown chocolate drops in wild,
stormy oceans of cream – had lost their wildness, just before
he kissed me. It became this butter- cream pool, melting with
passion, addled with lust.
He'd swallowed- just like I did, as he came closer.
The world ceased to be for us that moment, it crumbled into
the intensity of his breathe as our faces grew closer. His eyes
closed, mine too did –one lived in this world with one's eyes
open, but one loved with one's eyes closed, trusting.
We were standing by the door of my apartment- my parent's
really- when it happened. I remember a chill breeze passed
just before the wildness in his eyes evaporated, I remember
the remnants of the laughter still stuck to his lips being swept
away, I remember my wanting him to step closer- my body
calling out loudly for him to still its' want. And he obliged.
As his lips dissolved into mine and our tongues met- I lost
myself and became one with him. When he withdrew, it felt
like being let go from a plane without a parachute, it felt like
gravity was an intruder into a sacred ceremony.
I was slightly dizzy the moment after. I should have leaned on
him or on the wall, but my head took over then: I would show
no weakness, I would smile as if it was just another awkward
slobbering, I would be calm.
And he too smiled; he let himself take a step away, he let the
devil dancing in his eyes, back in. We said our goodbyes, I
waved and he left. But he had put fire in me- a fire he would
someday have to stoke, again.
3.
They have said many things about love, and I believed a
whole lot of them – until I met her.
I'd met her dancing, and I'd known her and loved her since;
well, I thought I did. Then I really did meet her.
That evening, we did not plan it so; we were comfortable with
our casual selves, though there was the infrequent kiss, the
gaze of wanting at the other; we toyed at the fringes of lust,
but never went in truly.
And all it took was a song, a stupid retro song. And God, did
she love to dance?!
Naturally, I was a klutz compared to her – I moved in angles,
she glided with grace.
And as we danced, to Bruno Mars' Treasure, my hands slid
over her breasts, and feinted about her back. Innocent moves,
except you are laughingly dancing to the sirenic beats of
'Treasure' …then they are the tinder of passion…it ignites.
She rested on me, held my waists and tried to move it to the
music…the devil in me was invoked. We had no chance.
4.
I just wanted to make him dance, is that so bad?
But he suddenly held my shoulders, brought my face up by
the chin and our eyes held.
That devil in his eyes was fully awake, an alluring darkness
rose in his whole aspect; instinctively, I knew this was it.
His hands swung to my back and jerked me to him, I could
not resist. I let him crush his thirsty lips on mine, I crushed
back though.
His hands fell to my thighs and picked me up. He carried me
to a table top, one of his hands rose to my hair, and he tussled
it up as our lips stayed locked together.
His lips suddenly moved down to my neck, he began to
dispense these soft nibbles about on it; then he moving
upwards while whispering something wicked, he traced my
ears with lingering kisses from his lips.
If I had any resistance to him, If…in those moments it began
to wilt, and crumble. I was His.
Many think that going down on a girl is all there is to excite
her, but they have not had soft lips cuddle theirs ever so
closely, ever so teasingly; they have not had those same soft
lips marauding about their ears and necks, humming sweet
damnations to them.
They would not say the same after that, I swear!
Me, I did not want him to stop, so I drew him closer, I felt his
hands reach for the buttons of my shirt but they hesitated, then
stopped. He rose from me, stared into my eyes, smiled and
promptly tore my shirt…
5.
This wasn't ordinary, not just a boy and girl having sex. I
knew this was a moment I would put up in the highlights of
my life when I lie on my death bed. I had to make it special.
My blood was racing, i felt like a kid in a candy store- I
wanted everything, and I wanted it now.
But I knew that would make this divine moment a quick flash-
gone before it started…so I stopped kissing her, and I tore her
shirt…I wanted to see it all first…the heaven I was going to…
I saw horror flash through her eyes, then a quick realization:
this was no road we had ever walked before…virgin territory
beckoned.
I
II
6.
We lie there after, rhapsodic. His hands around my shoulders,
my head on his stomach. Right there on that bed, my parent's
bed, I had seen stars swimming by, I had felt inconceivable
happiness. This moment was the warmth one feels after a
great flame has burnt itself up. I stared at the red droplets on
his crotch and thighs, my blood. I had given him what no
other man would get from me, I had made him my perfect
first and i felt no regret. I smiled and let go of all thoughts, i
wanted to enjoy this quiet moment, I wanted to just be.
7.
She was not my first, I was hers. But I had not known
anything like her, such vitality, such unashamedness, she gave
herself, outright! I knew that this was, indisputably, the best i
had ever had, Now, she laid on my chest, asleep, and i wanted
to take this memory, this moment, cut it off from the
mundane-ness of our normal lives and seal it up in some
hidden, precious place. But time rolled on, and I had to leave
now, her family would soon be back and I knew we could not
be seen like this.
So i gently moved her head onto the bed, and proceeded to
pick our clothing that was torn or scattered all over the floor. I
dressed up and wrote a note for her before leaving.
That day, I walked on clouds.
Looking back, I know it was easily the most beautyful day of
my life.
8.
I woke up alone. At first I was scared and sad but when I saw
the folded note on the nightstand with my name on it, I grew
curious. I began to read it.
My Love,
This is for you:
"Tell the ignorant doubters,
That there is a heaven
And i have been there…
There, with you.
For what could be more divine,
Than the spectacle of your pleasure
The rocking laughter…
The mirthy quivering of your body?
What could be more sacred,
Than the communion of your kiss
The ecstasy of your touch?
Yes, heaven, holy heaven,
Is the rapturous kindling of our skins –
The alleluia of our sublime union,
Clinching to each other, gasping in delight,
Our bodies singing immortal satisfaction,
Arching at that height of release…
Us, swooning through the golden streets of a climax
Knowing we are home –
Knowing you are heaven…My heaven!"
Loving you forever,
Me
I held the letter to my face, smelt it and kissed it. I did not
know when tears began to drop down my cheeks or when I
held the letter with such force it wrinkled in my hands.
9.
I was just getting home from work, later that evening, trying
to make a meal for myself when I heard a knock. Though I
was expecting no visitor, I still sauntered to the door to see
who it was. It was her, and the moment the door opened, she
flew onto my neck and hung there for a minute, laughing. I
was happy she was here but I was also alarmed. Her parents
would never allow her out at this time, not to speak of
allowing her to my place.
I asked her if everything was alright, and she said it was
perfect. She had sneaked out of the house because she just
wanted to be with me, she had been missing me. I was glad
and told her to stay, though I knew the responsible thing was
to tell her to go back home.
We finished cooking together and ate together. It was fun,
better than I could imagine…and as we snuggled together in
front of the TV, watching some movie on Africa Magic, I
heard the crash of a window in one of the bedrooms of my
flat. We became afraid.
Aggressive knocks followed from the backdoor.
I was still trying to understand the situation when a masked
man burst through my door. He was holding a gun and two
other equally armed, masked men were with him.
10
We cowered before them, and he tried to shield me from
them, but one of them came to him and dragged him back to
them.
Their leader began to talk. He identified him by a strange
name and accused him of writing bad things against their
master. He wasn't bearing the name he was being called and
he was a Biochemist working in a Food company so he could
not write anything against anybody. As he started to say he
wasn't the person they were looking for and that one of his
neighbors upstairs was a journalist, the invaders' leader raised
his gun at him.
I began to scream.
11.
The man shifted the gun towards her and as i saw his hands
move to depress the trigger, I blindly jumped to protect her.
In those micro-seconds, I felt a tug on my chest and ribs and
saw blood spatter sharply from my side.
And as my body fell from the dive i had made, i saw that just
behind me, where my lover stood, she had jerked to rigidity
and then began to fall on her knees.
I instinctively tried to make for her and stop her fall, but that
was when i felt a sudden shortness of breathe, and a desperate
need to cough out fluid from my lips. I did, the fluid was red,
it was blood. I had been shot.
She fell and I could not stop it.
I looked at my chest and saw the clean drive of the bullet
through my side, passing through my lungs and exiting.
No other shot sounded and no one had been near enough to
my lover to bring her down, so I immediately realized the
bullet that went through me had hit her. I crawled towards
her, growing weaker with every move till I was by her side,
then I saw the red patch on the left side of her chest, just at
the rise of those little breasts of hers.
Her eyes had lost its focus, her lips were frothed with blood
too; I tried to hold her, to miraculously stop the bleeding, to
give her back all she had lost. But i knew it was useless, she
was dead.
I wrapped my hands around her body- that body that had been
the fount of my pleasure just earlier today- and laid by her . It
was then I noticed that the invaders were gone and we had
been left alone to die.
Tears began to fall down my cheeks , but it only made more
blood leak out. So I just held her, wishing I could undo what
was done.
Wishing that I had sent her back home when she had come;
that we had not gone down paths that would make her miss
me enough to have come; that we had not known each other;
that I had not loved her; that I had not seen her dancing; that I
had died alone.
Then, the thoughts stopped and a nothingness began to
envelope me. I had lost too much blood, death was near….but
since she was dead, I knew it was okay if my heart stopped
beating, now and forever.
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