In a parallel universe
We could be sitting before
Each other, taking in every
Nuance of our connection;
And our souls would meet
On such spiritual planes
That they would flow and
Weave us together again.
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In a parallel universe
As the music began, she drew him in, feeling his breath on her cheek.
“Come closer a little.”
His hand was travelling down her body, coming to rest at the small concave low at her back. She gasped at the sensation of his fingers on her skin; it brought back memories from so long ago that she thought she had left behind.
And as they danced, each move was a step back in time, each gaze a stronger stirring in their souls, and each turn closer to sweet destruction.
That dance filled the whole room, so much that everything had to melt away. All she could hear was the poignant beauty of the song in her blood; all she could feel were his hands on her skin and his breath on her lips.
He had that look in his eyes, that same desirous look of fever and wild that she remembered. The rhythm was pounding in her ears now, and all she knew was how perfectly their movements connected her to him and him her.
It was as if they had never parted, and the bachata plays, timeless.
She stood before him and he caught the scent of her perfume in her hair. Leaning in with his lips close at her ear, he spoke in a low voice.
“Do you know that you are the most beautiful here?”
“What do you mean?”
She could feel her face flushing and his intent gaze on her.
“Simply that you are the most interesting, elegant and beautiful woman.”
“Do you want to dance with me now?”
Before she could answer, he had taken her hand in his and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Still blushing, she draped hers around his neck. An upbeat percussion rhythm began and the musicians took the cue.
Let me run my fingers through your hair
And I will let you take me anywhere.
Your fingers all tangled in
My hair, your breath strewn
Wild thoughts in my mind;
Your tongue a taste of
Convoluted lust, and you a
Sweet mess, the torrential kind.
How oft could two prompts in one prose fit, and
How oft would two halves in one lifetime meet?
There he stood in his suit, its sheen subtly accentuating the contours of his body beneath it. The corners of his lips curved into a smile as his eyes met mine.
“Sorry I took a while; had to settle the guys first.”
“They’re on their way home?”
He took a step towards me and I caught the scent of him – a strong mingle of the fragrance he wore and that distinct maleness that was him. The surreality of being this close to him again was swiftly overtaken by the reality of it.
Just a breath away.
Sidling past me through the doorway, he entered the room as I closed the door behind us. Turning around, I looked up to see him regarding me in a relaxed yet intense gaze. I smiled and walked towards him. In the instance I took him into my arms, I felt his around me, and for what seemed like an eternity afterwards, I was contented to remain where I was, a comforting warmth flooding my whole being.
“I’m so proud of you tonight. And I’m so glad I’m actually here to see it.”
“I’m glad you are here too.”
Pulling myself away slightly, I looked into his eyes meaningfully.
“So now we’re here.”
“There’s nowhere else I could be.”
My gaze dropped to where my fingers were playfully teasing his blazer button. Biting my lip in a grin, I glanced back up. He was watching me. Then, he reached out and gently fingered the topmost clasp of the string of three that held my blouse together. He gazed intently at it, as though examining it in detail.
“How does this work?”
“This is the traditional way of wearing the blouse, held together with this chain of brooches.”
“Ah, I see.”
Still fingering the brooch, he proceeded to depress the surface with his thumb as his finger slid the slender pin behind aside. Pulling it gently away from the folds it held together, he brought it down slowly then released it, letting it hang precariously from its chain as I gasped, feeling a sudden loosening at my neckline.
“So that’s how it works.”
I blushed as he drew closer; I could feel his breath on my lips and his hand low on my back, pulling me in towards him.
“That it is.”
In that moment, time seemed to have stilled and us rendered motionless, except for my quickened breathing and pounding heart. I could feel his lowered gaze on me, and I hung, half fearful, half yearning, on it.
And then, our souls ignited.
The room was spinning euphorically in a slow-motion whirlwind and I felt his arms urgently drawing me into him as I wrapped mine around his neck. His lips were pressed against mine and I could taste the soft moistness of his tongue in my mouth. He was fire, and so was I.
He began flowing into me, and as he did a warmth oozed from my very centre and flowed into my veins and across my body; it permeated every inch of my skin and my pores; it washed over my senses, what I feel and taste, hear and see, and I realised that I too was flowing into him.
The reunion of soul halves, the one I never knew I was searching for.
I was completed, perfected, washed ablaze. I was home.
And now that I know of your existence, I could never leave you alone.
He smiled and
Whispered in her ear
I’m bad at this
She replied, barely
Touching his lips
It’s okay, I’m bad too
Then closed her eyes.