"I've never done this before" she said.
So I took her hand and guided her into the light of a night of passionate escape.
Each button of her blouse told a story;
She dressed down my emotions.
The flicker of the candle ignored old flames, reflecting into her hedonistic pupils like the fire of a thousand suns that had nothing else to do but burn.
Melancholia, this was it but better: a rendezvous of unfettered clenching, a grasping of bones. Every touch of bodacious curves, from below to her head, quelled in magnificent grandeur.
"This feeling, this feeling -- it drowns my sorrow, it envelopes my mind to the point of no tomorrow."
Her lips caused grief, in the most pleasurable way. Even when she didn't she still had something to say.
Our toes were intertwined between a sheet of white satin, curling towards the sky and the earth and back again.
Deep breathing, deep thoughts.
Her fiery pupils nearly in the back of her head, I held her hand again and said, "If we're lucky that feeling will never go away."
She wiped her clammy face and rolled towards me, various parts of her body I could only see.
I waited for a response for what felt like days, my eyes blurry and caught in a magnificently-spiraled haze.
She squeezed tight with all of her might and showed the tips of her teeth, words forming from beneath: "Even if it does we still had tonight. And in hindsight we'll both wonder why we fit like puzzle pieces under the covers. Isn't that the mystery of this life and the next, to spend time out of love and not in jest?"
Exhalation with a sense of relief.
I found a place for my bones to rest, under the sheets and in her cavernous mind.
Fixated on her face, and she on mine -- a moment captured in time and space, to be in this place at this time with the girl of my hopes and the imagination of my mind.
It was all too perfect and maybe too sublime, was this even real or a figment of imaginative mankind?
My arms reached out for a final embrace,
The room swallowing me whole as I attempted to identify her face.
But my arms went numb and my lips touched air,
At that point I realized there was nobody there.
"Are you there?" I screamed with a horror of despair.
"I can't feel your cheeks, or bones, or hair!"
It was at that juncture that I knew I arrived,
Back at the station in the back of my mind.
