the tourist
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When she whispers, "Do you want the lights on or off?" into your ear and makes your hair on the back of your neck stand on end, you realize the kisses she's been giving you imply she wants more than just kisses. And in your hesitance to reply, she takes charge of the situation and stands from the ruffles of the bed sheets she's been slinking over you upon, and she moves to the wall where her slender fingers dance over the switch, turning the lights off. It's a warm summer night in the middle of the mountains in your cabin by the lake and the moon's glowing in over you and her, thr only sounds are of breathing.
The voice of the haloed andel on your right shoulder says, "You shouldn't do it, you know. You should wait until you've taken vow and are married and ready to spend your whole lives together and not just this one night of passion and lust."
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "You know she's beautiful. Oh so beautiful. And you could die tomorrow and never taste the salt of her skin. Do it. No one ever even has to know."
She's slide back over you in the bed and put her lips all over your skin and you'll put your lips all over hers. And somehow the buttons of her blouse and the buttons of your shirt are undone. You won't know if you unbuttoned them or if she unbuttoned them, and it doesn't really matter how. She'll take your hands and put them onto her body. You will hear yourself breathing hard and you will feel your heart pounding rampantly in your chest and it will feel like it is going to explode because you've waited for this your whole life. Not this girl in particular, but this feeling.
The clothes will slowly build themselves into a pile upon the floor in the moonlight that her eyes will glisten softly in. She will not be shy about anything, which momentarily will lead you to wonder how many times she has done this before. But either way, you will not care. Your skin and her skin dance together as you get lost in her deeply rich eyes and she becomes equally lost in yours. Each eye reflectin the glimmer of the watchful moon. The old bedsprings squeal. And she and you will dance for a time which seems like all of the pasts and all of the forevers, until each of you is satisfied with the fill you've taken of each other. She will lay cradled in your arms and both of you will be happy and smiling and in that moment you vow to yourself you would do anyting to protect her from everthing bad.
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "You're an animal! Did you hear the way she was calling your name out? Your utter devotion from her tonight was an amazing thing that you'll never forget!"
The voice of the haloed angel on your right shoulder says, "I can't believe that you actually did it. You can never go back now, to innocence. Was an hour of pleasures a good trade for everything you could ever give the one you'll love someday? You'll never be able to forget what you did tonight. Never. Though you'll try. It wasn't worth it, was it?"
And you will feel guilty, ashamed and dirty for an instant. But you will hold her until you've both fallen asleep, knowing that it wasn't really worth it since it was then over and past and a memory. You fall asleep in the pale gray light of the full moon of this warm summer night, feeling her every relaxed breath against your skin.
You will awaken to a dull gray morning, an overcast letting slip rain from its fingertips. The pale moonlight of last night is gone. And so is she. And a piece of your heart with her.
The voice of the haloed andel on your right shoulder says, "You shouldn't do it, you know. You should wait until you've taken vow and are married and ready to spend your whole lives together and not just this one night of passion and lust."
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "You know she's beautiful. Oh so beautiful. And you could die tomorrow and never taste the salt of her skin. Do it. No one ever even has to know."
She's slide back over you in the bed and put her lips all over your skin and you'll put your lips all over hers. And somehow the buttons of her blouse and the buttons of your shirt are undone. You won't know if you unbuttoned them or if she unbuttoned them, and it doesn't really matter how. She'll take your hands and put them onto her body. You will hear yourself breathing hard and you will feel your heart pounding rampantly in your chest and it will feel like it is going to explode because you've waited for this your whole life. Not this girl in particular, but this feeling.
The clothes will slowly build themselves into a pile upon the floor in the moonlight that her eyes will glisten softly in. She will not be shy about anything, which momentarily will lead you to wonder how many times she has done this before. But either way, you will not care. Your skin and her skin dance together as you get lost in her deeply rich eyes and she becomes equally lost in yours. Each eye reflectin the glimmer of the watchful moon. The old bedsprings squeal. And she and you will dance for a time which seems like all of the pasts and all of the forevers, until each of you is satisfied with the fill you've taken of each other. She will lay cradled in your arms and both of you will be happy and smiling and in that moment you vow to yourself you would do anyting to protect her from everthing bad.
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "You're an animal! Did you hear the way she was calling your name out? Your utter devotion from her tonight was an amazing thing that you'll never forget!"
The voice of the haloed angel on your right shoulder says, "I can't believe that you actually did it. You can never go back now, to innocence. Was an hour of pleasures a good trade for everything you could ever give the one you'll love someday? You'll never be able to forget what you did tonight. Never. Though you'll try. It wasn't worth it, was it?"
And you will feel guilty, ashamed and dirty for an instant. But you will hold her until you've both fallen asleep, knowing that it wasn't really worth it since it was then over and past and a memory. You fall asleep in the pale gray light of the full moon of this warm summer night, feeling her every relaxed breath against your skin.
You will awaken to a dull gray morning, an overcast letting slip rain from its fingertips. The pale moonlight of last night is gone. And so is she. And a piece of your heart with her.
