Midnight Serenades

There is that own world that we have. It’s world that we’ve built for ourselves, a world where the laws of everyday life do not apply or make sense. A world that we often escape into when we’re sad and lonely. It’s a perfect world, which contrasts with everything that that’s in real life. That perfect world is our answer to three most pondering notions in philosophy, “What if…”, “Why can’t…”, and “I wish I…”. It’s a world which exists in the difference between the lines,

“ I love you, But. . .”  and,   “But, I love you.”

 

It’s where eyes lock together and I caress the warm curves of her skin. As fingers tense there is that lightening that gushes from where I touch to the last nerves on every inch of her body. I slowly tread along her smooth skin and she realizes parts of herself that she didn’t know existed. I play her body like a piano, and she like the most beautiful melody, sways along as I passionately hit the right notes. I wrap her in my arms, like a knight to a mysterious lady, looking into her eyes, travelling into the depth of her soul. Her hand slides along my shoulders. With a rough jerk I pull her close as my lips melt into the warm warp of her ears. Whispering words that hold meaning only to us and no one else. Pushing, as I slowly ink the edge of my lips down the back of her neck. It feels like a drop of water condensing down a chilled glass of cocktail. She feels the lingering moistness slowly withdrawing yet amazingly gaining notice. The more my lips lose touch from her skin the more this feeling flirts with all her senses. Her knees begin to grow weak as my hands grow stronger finding their way to the secret garter under her crimson dress. The woman she feels right now was never heard about, the person she is now was never seen, yet I bring it in her and bring it out raw, unchaining the tigress from her den. Her limits are off limits now, Her passion knows no bounds. There is no amount of caressing; touching and rubbing that would suffice her. She begins to enjoy the taste of her own lips the touch of her own skin. Its like she has fallen in love with the person I have elated her to become. She has a tremendous lust towards this new form of herself she didn’t know existed.

 

The sparkle from my gift around her neck teases my eye as the lace along her thighs immediately gives up to my hold. I pull her hair and slowly tender her lips. Within that kiss she feels like a different person, she feels strong and belonged, she feels desired, loved and wanted. Her love now knows no more bounds as she exclaims herself to my hold and I carry her to Our World.

For there is nothing more rewarding than her kiss and nothing more beautiful than her eyes.

Author's Note

Was written a year back.

Reviews

[TheDuchessDiary]

What a wonderful piece. It's beyond just sensuality. I can feel the intensity of love - love expressed through unlocking the tenderness of a woman and unleashing the strength of a man. This piece will know no time. Even if it's posted after a hundred years, no person will ever think when this piece has written. Good job! :)

[❤ Maggie ❤..]

This is beautiful. Well done.

[TL Boehm]

warm and sensual but I am glad that you kept it at the point where the reader can use his/her imagination. There is a line between sensual and pornographic and so many writers to the insult I think at times of their readers go off into pornography. this remained tasteful. Well done

[SyberRose]

I love this piece..its very sensuous...I love all your stories..I especially liked the line... a drop of water condensing down a chilled glass of cocktail...thank you for posting another captivating piece...SyberRose

[Roxii]

There aren't many words that I can use to describe how this makes me feel. I loved it and like all of your other pieces, it makes me think. It makes me think about the things that I don't usually take the time of day to REALLY think about. I don't even realize how much I think about "my perfect world," and when I read this, i noticed that I think about it a lot.
I love your thought-provoking pieces.

[Yellow Butterfly]

I only have one thing to say.... your stories are superb but way too short..... only for my selfish reasons.......I don't want them to end.... :O)


You are a very talented writer and a joy to read...

[Leslie Philibert]

this is sensual, never crude, written technically very well with great paragrahing and tempo, the content well observed..this all fits, well done

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I quite like this little bit of prose. You have a very eager and beautiful way of writing. I like the questioning nature in opposition to the longing and strumming of the heart. You have created a little world here, that I was happy to step into if only for a while.

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you so much, Girl

[Barbara Walker]

I am speechless...

[Pranav Malhotra]

Gratitude. That is perhaps the most interesting comment on this page.

[Veronica Chandler]

Very interesting write...The beginning seemed like a completely different piece than the rest of the poem; it was like reading two pieces. The first introspective and the second sheer sensuality. I did so enjoy the way these lines cause me to step outside my own world and ask questions.
“What if…”, “Why can’t…”, and “I wish I…”. It’s a world which exists in the difference between the lines,“ I love you, But. . .” and, “But, I love you.”