Eternal mind of the spotless sunshine


June 20, 2007, 9:41 pm
Filed under: chronicles

Oh, how the desires of the mind challenge us into becomming something we dislike. Or want to dislike, but in fact like a lot. It’s such a fine line that one begs the question ‘where does desire challenge our morals?’.

The heart has packed up and left long ago, so all that is left is this twisted mind of mine to ensure that my desires always follow a strict and sound set of rules. The look. The flick of the hair that just might entice me into believing something’s there.

Then you get the automated set of lines. The thoroughly thought out moves and glances. A distinct order of things to make it perfectly clear that everything should be heading towards a predicted goal.

You are finally able to secure a good conversation. Things are going just fine. She reminds you of someone, yet you can’t remember who. It doesn’t really matter though. Never will that line ‘don’t I know you from somewhere?’ be used, so any thought about it is quickly set aside.

As the conversations rolled on, the mindset clearly became more attuned to the inevitable tender touch and long-lasting kiss. The hands become rigid and sweat. Body temperature peaks and drops. The mouth dries up, trying to unravel the best words for the moment.

And then it happens. Absolutely amazing. Her touch feels warm and inviting. Her lips are full, moist and yearning for more. You find yourself amidst a torrent of emotions, battling each impulse as the hormones stage a siege and seem to be winning, quite easily, what should be a tough battle.

You look at her once more. Fucking amazing eyes. She smiles a quircky smile and you fall to your knees, worshipping this god-like diva that has taken upon herself to find redemption and glory to your soul – so longing for acceptance and happiness.

When the night is finally over you take her to her to her mighty abode. You stand mightly erect, proud of your deeds in the evening, hoping for a call upstairs. She looks at you with the kindest of eyes, and you melt away in the sidewalk. She reaches your hands, picks them up and drags your body as you glide through the hallway towards her door.

When you reach her heavenly morada the smell of lust sets every inch of your body on fire. You are taken my an overwhelming feeling of power and the overture to your sonata seems seconds away from fulfillment. As you look bact at her, you are set aghast at the picture-perfect sight standing before you.

There she stands. Naked. Perfect.

You hold her. This time, with a lot less poise and a lot more fight. Her struggle is a playful one. You embrace in sheer delight as your bodies twist and turn in perfect harmony. Bewildered, time seems to give way to you, letting it pass as slowly as possible, helping you savour every single moment.

There is a twist on the knob at the door. Time gives in. There is a voice calling out her name. Her husband, she infoms you, who has made himself aware to you at this very instant. She calls to your escape through the kitchen window. You run, as one can whilst trying to clothe oneself, and set your first foot across the window into the dark, heavy night. Said foot finds a ledge. You climb out. Holding for dear life on the walls of the apartment complex, you strain to hear what is going on.

A discussion erupts from within. Something about her being half-dressed. The mumbles grow louder, making it impossible to distinguish the precise words uttered. Something shatters, and a scream is yelled. The door slams shut. A muffled cry can now be heard.

Enough courage is mustered to look at the inside of the apartment. She is knelt down on the carpet, holding the broken pieces of the vase that stood by the door. She looks up and seems astonished at your sight. Her look is of confusion. You tell her of your near death experience clinging to the side of the building.

She laughs nervously. Then begins to cry once more. You slowly move towards her. She invites your hug. Then shows opens up her left hand to show you two golden rings, one on top of another. She clenches her fist, throws the rings on the opposite wall and tames you on the floor.

The night seems to last forever.

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