I
would dwell forever in that hour. Forever in that afternoon I spent with you.
In your affable companionship, time ceased to move. My blood warmed in my veins
and cooled in my arteries, scattering dash shivers of excitement through me. Your
words tickled me; send me into bouts of delightful laughter. You tenderly
reached out your cold hands and touched my gullible heart, caressing and
kissing my soul with your experienced lips. I would break into a dance as you sang to me.
I
know it didn’t turn out as you would have liked. That you had more in mind than
I could would offer. My apologies.
Some
memories I will continually cherish. They are pleasant.
Sometimes,
I habitually pick what is appropriate to remember, when it is convenient. This
time, I’ve decided to crop out a piece of that beautiful afternoon we spend
together. Blot out the smutty details and cherish the finer bits. I will hold
no bitterness.
If
I may borrow your words, she is beautiful and you would like to admire and
adore her. Hold her tenderly and caress her soft skin with the kisses of your
luscious lips. Cherish her like a desert oasis, love her without holding back
and relish in her presence like in a pool of sweet scented perfume. She is
sweet like freshly blended pure mango juice, needs no spicing up.
Precisely
my sentiments on life.
She
is not a white sheet, maybe just a tint. Probably cream or a very light golden
brown, I think. Like jagged diamond, she is imperfectly perfect. You could
mould her to suit your taste, but risk cracking her. She is exquisite in her uncut
wholeness and wild roughness. Either way, life is precious.
She
is delicious. Sweeter than strawberry ice cream, like flavoured crisps dipped
in molten chocolate. She leaves a tinge of fresh longing beneath the taste of
satisfaction. Pure delight. At every angle you admire her; she is as bright as the
sky shortly after the rains. She has a seductive glamour that alluringly
fascinates and captivates you.
Thrillingly enchanting even the rockiest of souls into a dopy ecstasy. Her
poisonous beauty stands out like the snow caped cliffs of the Everest. She has
flaws that unsurprisingly serve to enhance her charm.
Life!
She
has many haters. Some embrace and dine with her while flashing fake smiles. They
dance with her in the open arena yet stab her in the back as soon as she turns
her head. She is delicate yet resilient. Unbreakable in an elusive manner.
Others
say she’s an arrogant nasty bitch who screws mercilessly. Arrogant? Well,
there’s a thin line between confidence, ego and arrogance. Nasty? I’d say
deliciously sour, like gourd milk or unsugared lemonade. A bitch? Yeah, she
witchy with a capital ‘B’. Merciless? I wouldn’t know about that. She’s been
kind. Often bore out her firm shoulder for many a disturbed head to lie.
Lovers…
she’s had only a few, though minions have at her heart knocked. Trust she
withholds. She is afraid, not of them, but of herself. ‘‘Trust no one,
including yourself’’ she often counsels.
She is life, oh life!
