The connection was innocent enough, they talked too much every day. Discussions of simple things that meant nothing. Her comfortability with his voice helped let her guard fall like a piece of silk fabric falling at his feet, to reveal himself to her. The funny things that they had in common. The vulnerability that presented itself like a sacrifice to the Gods in their time together.
The moment a suggestive word is mention it threw their momentum into a new direction. She walked down the path with him but felt hesitant at his strong and confident demeanor. All she wanted to do is find the key to open the door that unlocked her inner most desires. The distance didn’t matter it was only the small amount of time they had that expanded a lifetime. Their topics became more suggestive and walking around the issue that they both wanted to talk about, now facing it, it started their dance they both became familiar with.
He wanted to possess something about her. The longing of something soft could be out there waiting to be held and bent to his will and wishes hooked him. He read her responses, her words, knowing what she wanted before she did. He liked the thought that he’s in control of the situation but wanted to see if she would arrive at the same place as him, waiting for her to join in the shallows as the water began to raise. The blushing moment passing through them, the loud scream of a smile that would never be seen. The tears that wouldn’t be caught by his hand. He heard all of it, her body was screaming for him. His voice affected the way she breathed and spoke to him.
The phone calls got longer, conversations became deeper, and she still held back. The inner turmoil of letting go and maintaining control left scars of an inner battle that raged on. Seeing this war, he encouraged the desire to be set free, beckoning it out of her. Whispering words to cast his lust-filled spell over her. Imagining the passion in her eyes burning for something that she longed for herself. He wanted it all; everything that she could give, he wanted it.
It took one night of being alone again. The loneliness became too loud for the both of them, one word between both blurred the boundaries for one night of lustful passion. The blushing of her skin when he boldly told her of the things he wanted to do with his lips against her skin. Letting her finger tips glide along the areas he told her he wasted to taste. Letting her hand glide down to her inner most parts. Her words fell from her lips on how she enjoys how much she wanted to feel him against her. Letting their bodies drown in the ocean of ecstasy so deep that the bottom will never be reached.
It felt days or eternity as they dove deeper and deeper. The whispers of erotic promises. The sounds of eternal longing they released over and over. The promises of digging deeper into one another, unlocking their fantasy of something that should have never started. Falling below the surface of the waves to their ocean. It was not love they wanted to drown in, it was the lust of control and release that needed to be played between them. Her need of a strong hand to release the fire consuming her every thought. Him wanting the power of holding something delicate in his grasp. The very thought of both of them holding some form of physical notion on each other bodies drove them further down to an abyss that they wanted to drown in. They made it so they will never surface and no one will ever find them. There was no one else. They wanted to drown.
Both letting silent prayer escape from their sounds, prayers of never ending satisfaction. Keeping reality away. Keeping them so far deep in their utopia, the fluid around them assisted in their maneuvering. Demanding of a release, he gave her the opportunity to let herself free. Both knowing there is no start to finish in their passion play. They let the ocean float them away for as long as they could.
A feeling of inevitability crept in, they both felt it but chose to ignore it. Floating underneath there was nothing that could touch them, but they couldn’t stay under for long. Coming up for air was the cruelest pain that they experienced, filling their lungs with air to continue their lust making. If they left they would only meet to submerge themselves over and over. The innocent conversation turned into short remarks, she felt herself becoming more guarded. He saw himself harden around her. Their time was coming to a close.
A moment of preservation would come to mind. Would they both stay in their ocean or walk on to the beach and give that last look of longing leaving behind a shell that will drown. They had no clue what was left for them, will they both remember this as the wreckage of an affair not taken seriously. Driven by the cardinal sin of their bodies. Or did it fulfill a need that needed to be awaken in both of them. Looking on to the horizon of their ocean, they both saw the part of themselves floating away, holding on to one another as each other life preserver.
Reaching for one another on the shore they couldn’t touch. They drown the part of them that needed to be fulfilled. No words could be spoken; none would escape their mouths. A thin material began to rise between them again. What they saw in each other disappeared as the vail separated them. Their time was over and they question if they will let themselves drown again… only time will devourer all things.
End.
