The 50th Post !!!

The time was Fuck’O clock, May be half past……………. Or quarter to it ……….. she tried to catch her breath, and moaned, fragile, like an autumn leaf ………. he looked at her with a smile, and licked, a speck of white dust, from the tip of her nose, she gasped and gave in ………………. Falling for the age old deceit, her hunger won, the virtues had to face defeat ……………..

He drank the bare beauty of her body with his thirsty eyes, and whispered with his wanting hands, she was a very good listener ………….. she was softer than silk, he was harder than steel, high on desire, he held her close, and wrapped his arms around her cold, shivering, torso, the heat of passion warmed them up ………………..

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Her eyes were sad, and teary, she preferred keeping the windows to her soul close, he kissed her chin, and cupped her face in his palms, forcing her to look into his ardent determined eyes…………… and kissed her, their teeth clashed briefly, and then his tongue parted her lips, he groaned, a low, sexy sound, that reverberated through her, sending jolts of electricity through her whole being, she kissed him back,  pouring all the angst, and heart break of past in that brief moment of blinding passion ………………….

He broke off the kiss and stared at her, with luminous eyes, she tried to drag some precious air into her lungs……… and lied paralyzed under his piercing gaze ………… Terrified, of the wants of her heart ………. of its constant hunger ……

His tongue was busy, working the magic, leaving marks of his promises on her glistening curves….  She was moist, wild, and warm, and welcomed the intrusion with a squirm of pleasure, he felt, a lip of resistance, and then an easeful dampness, the ritual began, and time stood still…………………….

The union was surreal, and serene ………. fulfilling, satisfying,  

years of love were ripped from them, with tears in their eyes, and pain in their hearts, they accepted their fates, and only the universe knew, well and bitterly, that why they could not lead the extraordinary life they could have led …………… Together…………..

She freed her hands and held him close, a thousand lights lit up the sky,

The day of happiness was through, and the blossom of love that bloomed turned blue and brown, no secrets could keep them apart, his love was not a grain of time, her bones were brittle from bottled up grief, eating her up, the termites of torment had hollowed her, he couldn’t fill her up with trust again …………

That day was as long as three autumns ………………. Perhaps more ………………

He left, she tried to forget, and knew, when he will call again, she would never be able to resist, and she will run towards him again ………..  and Again !!!!!!!!!!

Hungering for his arms, falling for his charms,

Listening to his voice, knowing that she has……….

No Choice.

Seemi.

6th December, 2013.

©BoldieTalks. 

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21 thoughts on “The 50th Post !!!

  1. The idea of Fuck o’ clock is great Lolz I’m borrowing it. U know Ur posts are the one I read ATLEAST TWICE, just to be sure may b, … I don’t know of what Lolz insane!

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  2. Yes, his love is not a grain of time that will run out, till the end of time, the promise will be kept, that was never made,
    Give trust another chance, have a little faith…..

    Very well written.

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  3. I will admit more and more romances do have an abundance of this involved and some are only sex. But a true romance is about a man and a woman who work their way through the trials and tribulations of everyday life to finally be with the one person who will make them whole. And love them forever.

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  4. Fill me up she said…
    On the creaking bed…
    Silky smooth lies…
    Muffled moaning cries…
    Whispering lips…
    Aching hips…
    Him a wandering soul…
    Her heart a gaping hole…
    Filled with age old fears…
    Of long lost tears…
    Her Wings clipped…
    His resolve slipped…
    She undressed her soul…
    He kissed her mole…
    She moaned his name..
    Just before he started his walk of shame…

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  5. someday
    we will sit and look back…
    look back at you and me …
    that wasn’t to be…
    at this fascinating spree…
    of words and glee…
    when we choose not to be…
    someday…
    we will sit and look back…
    look back at you and me …
    wondering why we choose to flee …
    for what we could not be…
    instead being he and she….
    we choose to be…
    You and me…
    You with your shimmering feathers…
    Dressed in glittering leathers…
    Chose to fly ….
    say good bye….
    I Stood by…
    wanting to cry…
    wishing if you could just gave it a try…
    hoping for you to stop by…
    with your wings clipped…
    your soul stripped…
    He would be…
    if you could be …
    He and she…
    not you and me..
    Someday…
    But not today…

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    • Edited Version
      Someday
      we will sit and look back…
      look back at you and me …
      that wasn’t to be…
      at this fascinating spree…
      of words and glee…
      when we choose not to be…
      someday…
      we will sit and look back…
      look back at you and me …
      wondering why we choose to flee …
      for what we could not be…
      instead being he and she….
      we choose to be…
      You and me…
      You with your shimmering feathers…
      Dressed in glittering leathers…
      Chose to fly ….
      say good bye….
      I Stood by…
      wanting to cry…
      wishing if you could just give it a try…
      wondering if you would stop by…
      with your wings clipped…
      your soul stripped…
      We would be…
      if you could be …
      He and she…
      not you and me..
      Someday…
      But not today…

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