Chocolate brown skin, icy blue eyes, gorgeous hair that was perfectly tucked behind his ears and a hint of mischief in his breath-taking smile – he inched towards me. I didn’t jump, my heart didn’t skip a beat, I didn’t die a thousand deaths, and I didn't feel like I was in heaven. His perfection was untimely and depressing. His beauty was painful. His breath-taking scent was impossible to forget. His sensuous voice was like as melodious as a singing bird, and his words fell right into my ears and touched the depths of my heart. I looked away from his heavenly presence, towards the sea that lay beyond the open windows.
He got closer and now I could feel his feather like body on my pale skin. Suddenly everything seemed warmer. I could feel the sweat slide down my midriff. Air walked away, as if giving us privacy. I couldn’t help but turn. He smiled at me as if saying, “It’ll be okay.” I couldn’t hold myself any longer. I had to do this – for him. I couldn’t control those twirling hormones. The prickles on my skin stood up as if protesting against my resistance. The sun moved and paved way for a purple-orange sunset. Everything was perfect, as if nature wanted to give this to us.
Heart defeated the brain and I kissed him.
His lips fit perfectly with mine, like it was the lost piece of a puzzle. He wove his hands around my bony neck and pulled me closer to his chest. I could feel his cold abs against my sweat and it was a remarkable juxtaposition. Tears crawled out of my lids and fell against his shoulders. I didn’t want to ruin this, but there was no other way. He didn’t let go. He held on tighter, as if in fear of separation. I fastened my legs around his hips and surrendered to his touch. The night blanketed us and silence enveloped the room.
I saw his beauteous existence as the sun shone in the morning. A smile across his face and his hands intertwined with mine. I moved closer and rested my head against his heart.
…and then I felt it – nothing.
My fears had materialized.
I wouldn’t feel his breath again. I wouldn’t see his eyes shining with mischief. I wouldn’t feel his beautiful body against mine. I wouldn’t hear his mesmerizing voice. I wouldn’t be hypnotized by his touch.
All I’d have is his body – full of life, yet so lifeless.
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