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Destiny At The Door

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.

“You’re here.”

“Sorry I took a while; had to settle the guys first.”

“They’re on their way home?”

“Yeah.”

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.”

“Uh huh.”

“There’s nowhere else I could be.”

“Me neither.”

“Except, perhaps…”

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.

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Bad Poetry

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.

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Daily Prompt: Jangle

I remember when we would chime
In melodious harmony
But now it all just jangles
For your heart is far from me

Stay me here in silence
As you seek the sounds you yearn
One day you’ll hear that melody
My heart sings in silence here.

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Illegal

He gazes, a smile intent
Penetrating her thoughts, slightly
Dangerous, mostly illegal

He offers her a glass
Full-bodied and blood red
An invitation that invites

Should she accept?

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Wildest

Look into my eyes
And tell me that you see
The passion that courses
In our wildest fantasies.

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Espionage

Within this intricate
Espionage of life
You’d be my partner
And I’d be your crime.

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Above

His words and mine.

For a moment I looked up above
To see if you were watching me;
Then in the next I felt you near
For you are always here with me.

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