It's been almost 2 years since she left my world. I knew her, but I didn't know her real name. She was my thoughts, my dreams, my desires: rolled into one splendid form of woman. I think about the many times we had, the laughs. the smiles.....the tears, even though I don't want to think about those times as much as I should I let it overcome me, for I don't think of it as just keeping past wounds open but as a way of seeing her everyday. I made myself a promise to try and forget about her but like any junkie addicted to the drug that makes them feel alive, like they have a purpose in life, I go back for more just to stop the tears from craving from rolling down my face.
Whiskey, the one thing that will slowly take the pain away. The Sting on my taste buds are like little whiplashes telling me to forget my past. The pleasures of her being mine that time and the pains that were caused that led to saying Good-bye, From there on I vowed if the chance ever came again, I would want to be make sure my mouth never ruined anything again.As I look at the 1 picture left of her. Her lips as red as the blood that boiled when she would even be within squinting distance. Her hair the color of Marilyn, but even Monroe herself was second to this one, for she was real, I could touch her, I could smell her, taste her. Those eyes, they told me that behind this beauty was a devil, a devil that wanted love but refused to put out the fire that follwed.
I feel my eyes starting to go out of focus, the tears starting to build up and my very soul start to shatter. Even the times could not keep me from breaking down on my desk, as I search for some relief with my hands to my face, as if trying to think of something else that will keep me from reaching over into my drawer and taking out the blade i choose to end this story with.
As I pry my face away from my hands I see out the corner of my eye, someone in my door way standing as only a classic movie starlet can. I turn quick to see who this shape belonged to and found no one to my surprise, I get up quick and look out my door way to see if this person had ran off . So many thoughts running through my mind, one can't be too sure if the lack of sleep is starting to catch up or if someone was actually there. seconds pass as my footsteps made their way back to my chair, as I sat down and looked at my hands flat on the desk placed on both sides of the single photo.
As a sigh escapes from my mouth I look up and I see the same figure but this time in clear technicolor, the shape of a Goddess, the hips that bring a new meaning to the term "Dangerous Curves", like a speed demon I wanted to take them on without a care in the world. Arms painted up with a masterpiece on such a smooth canvas of skin. The chest or the most glorious breasts one could ever lay eyes on, the shape of just the cleavage alone tells you that the authenticity is 100% and that she was only breathing not just to live but to also start the process of making you her's; kinda hard to believe behind these beauties lays a heart of alluring dasterdlyness. That neck; as soon as the curve of it got into my sight I lean in abit but I soon snap back to my sense', as if realizing that this shape reminded me of something.....somthing that would drive me wild once I had idea of what it was.. Finally I look up and I see that face, the face that has brought me balance, happiness, pain, love.. I was not sure if it was her for her hair was different this could possibly not be her at all maybe I just need to look at the picture again and then it will be revealed that it was not her.
I look back down ;my hands still placed on both sides of the photo, are soon met with a pair of soft hands on top of them. the touch slides from my arms down to my fingertips and are quickly grabbed and placed on the body of this unknown female. she controls them, no matter how hard I want to move them on my own she holds them tight and runs them scross her stomach, and back up to her heaving chest, leading one down to her thighs as the other stay right where it is. I try to say something but she hushes me up by arching her back so that she presses against me the only sound I make is that of the song of exstacy that one can only make from the feeling of having everything they ever desired and yerned for was summed up in one touch of the flesh.
She turns around to look at me as she straddles my lap and runs her body down my face, starting at her stomach to her chest and oh so close to her lips, as she leans in open mouthed I do the same but she pulls away. I look at her with starving eyes, as she looks down and smiles. She knows I want her, and that's what will keep her there. I try to ask her who she is, but she keeps me silent by going in, and getting so close to my face that I silence myself by just looking into her eyes, My heart starts to beat faster, my breathing is starting to get louder. as she leans in closer and puts her finger to my lips.
I stay quiet but my eyes start to tear up, as if something about that touch jabs me in the lip, I feel something warm run down my mouth to my chin, from top to bottom lip i feel this sting followed by the slow dripping of liquid from my mouth. I realize that I had been cut, as I try to say something i realize a small portion of my mouth is not moving. I try again to ask her who is she and what s she doing to me, but like other failed attempts I am silenced by the touch of her tongue against where I feel the stings, she pulls back to show me that she has tasted my blood, and she wants more, I have no choice but to stay still as she continues to run her finger up and down my lips, each time hurting more and more, and my mouth getting tighter and tighter, my chin feels covered as the taste of copper fills my mouth from all the blood.
As soon as she's finished she looks at me as my eyes are now hurting from the light of the room from having them clenched for so long. i feel her getting closer and closer as her scent fills my nostrols with the smell of what I consider Heaven. I feel her lips touch my neck as she starts to suck on it for abit as well as press her tongue to my skin, moving upwards slowly as i can feel the thickness of my blood touch her, my ears tingle as I hear the moans of pleasure come from her, the first sound I have ever heard her make. I sit there unbonded and willing to be feasted upon by this vision of perfection. No Pain is too great, nothing is taboo as long as I have her with me.I try to mutter the words to her again "Who Are you?". She leans in and kisses my stitched blood soaked lips with her smooth soft lucious set.
I remember the last time I felt this good. it was with I was ........"HER". I keep trying to ask her "Who Are You?", "Who Are you?", "Who.....".
I feel my chest start to burn as if being cut slolwy into. I scream in pain, but that is slowly being put to the test as she starts to press herself against me as the cutting slowly continues, my screams turn into moans as I now know what the feeling of both pleasure and pain. My heart is pounding my breathing is skipping as I feel myself reaching an almost climactic yet brutal finish. She stops, and so does the cutting pain. I find myself relieved and yet dissappointed , for what seemed like an eternity, could have lasted a little longer. I ask her where is she going but my lips block the words from coming out of my mouth . I think of a way to get these stitches from my mouth so I can get some answers. I see her walking towards the door. I remember the blade in my drawer. As I run to get it I look at the picture on my desk and almost fall over, for what was once the blonde I knew, was now the Auburne Beauty that just left my place. I cut the stitches and scream a blood filled scream "WHO ARE YOU?!!!!".
It was too late she was gone again out of my life.I look down at my bleeding chest and the only thing there was 3 little letters..........
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