the tourist
Blue Crack Addict
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2003
- Messages
- 27,919
... in a somwhat parallel universe, somewhat parallel events occur...
When she doesn't whisper a word at all into your ear, the smile that she's smiling for you alone tells you everything that you need to know. Her lips meet yours and the two of you are locked together in infinity in that moment -- you taste the sweetness of the wedding cake you fed her a few hours ago on her tongue. It's a crisp spring evening and although you can't smell the flowers and the fresh rain through the closed window of the honeymoon suite hotel room, you don't care because the scent of her skin and the taste of her lips is more than you ever knew you deserved. You'll adore her forever and she'll adore you forever.
The voiced of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says nothing. He just glares off into nothing, tapping his scorched foot in disgust because he's lost the battle. You never did learn how to have sex, as he'd tried to coerce you.
The voice of the haloed angel on youor right shoulder says nothing. He just stares at you, beaming like the angel he is, giving you a thumbs up and nodding approvingly. You never thought you could listen to him for as long as you did.
You can feel her smile on your lips as she's kidding you and neither of you really knows the rules of how this night, the wedding night, is supposed to work. But you don't mind fumbling through the night toward something you'd been told was amazing but never experienced before, discovering the amazement with her. And somehow (and you don't pay attention to the details in the clear chaos) the two of you will roll over and fall from the bed and she'll laugh and just lay cradled in your arms and speak to you in the sweet voice. You'll smile and whisper into her ear and she'll blush and kiss you. In the darkness of the hotel room, you'll stand and pick her up into your arms and set her on the bed. You've waited so long for tonight, you've waited so long for her and her alone.
The clothes will fade away like the inhibitions and the nervousness you felt in the first few moments of inexperience. Your skin and her skin dance together as you get lost in the colliding storms of oceans and sky in her eyes. There is nothing left between you. No guilt, no shame, no haunting regrets from the past. You were a good little boy and she was a good little girl, all for each other ad not for anyone else ever. Ever. And she and you will dance for a time which seems like all of the pasts and all of the forevers, and you will know no greater love than that which is tangled between the two of you. You're in her hair. She's under your skin. She will lay cradles in your arms and both of you will be happy and smiling and in love.
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "Watch. You'll see. In six months you'll find yourself in this same hotel with a different woman, hearing her scream your name as you take your fill in her. Just wait and see." He's glaring at you. And he knows he's wrong.
The voice of the haloed angel on your right shoulder says, "Don't listen to him. He's just mad that you are happy and in love. He's mad he could never coerce you into learned what having sex is. Because all you'll ever do is make love."
And you listen to the angel and pay no attention the the demon. In a silent, invisible flame, the demon from your left shoulder vanishes. You'll hold onto this girl, your love and your muse, forever and never let her go. And she'll fall asleep in your arms. Every night. Until forever. You learned not how to just have sex. Just having sex could never compare to what you learned how to do. You learned how to make love. As only she, your forever, could teach you. As only you, her forever, could teach her.
And you smile in the scent of fresh sping rain and her hair.
When she doesn't whisper a word at all into your ear, the smile that she's smiling for you alone tells you everything that you need to know. Her lips meet yours and the two of you are locked together in infinity in that moment -- you taste the sweetness of the wedding cake you fed her a few hours ago on her tongue. It's a crisp spring evening and although you can't smell the flowers and the fresh rain through the closed window of the honeymoon suite hotel room, you don't care because the scent of her skin and the taste of her lips is more than you ever knew you deserved. You'll adore her forever and she'll adore you forever.
The voiced of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says nothing. He just glares off into nothing, tapping his scorched foot in disgust because he's lost the battle. You never did learn how to have sex, as he'd tried to coerce you.
The voice of the haloed angel on youor right shoulder says nothing. He just stares at you, beaming like the angel he is, giving you a thumbs up and nodding approvingly. You never thought you could listen to him for as long as you did.
You can feel her smile on your lips as she's kidding you and neither of you really knows the rules of how this night, the wedding night, is supposed to work. But you don't mind fumbling through the night toward something you'd been told was amazing but never experienced before, discovering the amazement with her. And somehow (and you don't pay attention to the details in the clear chaos) the two of you will roll over and fall from the bed and she'll laugh and just lay cradled in your arms and speak to you in the sweet voice. You'll smile and whisper into her ear and she'll blush and kiss you. In the darkness of the hotel room, you'll stand and pick her up into your arms and set her on the bed. You've waited so long for tonight, you've waited so long for her and her alone.
The clothes will fade away like the inhibitions and the nervousness you felt in the first few moments of inexperience. Your skin and her skin dance together as you get lost in the colliding storms of oceans and sky in her eyes. There is nothing left between you. No guilt, no shame, no haunting regrets from the past. You were a good little boy and she was a good little girl, all for each other ad not for anyone else ever. Ever. And she and you will dance for a time which seems like all of the pasts and all of the forevers, and you will know no greater love than that which is tangled between the two of you. You're in her hair. She's under your skin. She will lay cradles in your arms and both of you will be happy and smiling and in love.
The voice of the horned demon with a spiked tail and pitchfork on your left shoulder says, "Watch. You'll see. In six months you'll find yourself in this same hotel with a different woman, hearing her scream your name as you take your fill in her. Just wait and see." He's glaring at you. And he knows he's wrong.
The voice of the haloed angel on your right shoulder says, "Don't listen to him. He's just mad that you are happy and in love. He's mad he could never coerce you into learned what having sex is. Because all you'll ever do is make love."
And you listen to the angel and pay no attention the the demon. In a silent, invisible flame, the demon from your left shoulder vanishes. You'll hold onto this girl, your love and your muse, forever and never let her go. And she'll fall asleep in your arms. Every night. Until forever. You learned not how to just have sex. Just having sex could never compare to what you learned how to do. You learned how to make love. As only she, your forever, could teach you. As only you, her forever, could teach her.
And you smile in the scent of fresh sping rain and her hair.
