This story is meant to evoke particular ideas/emotions. Mainly two. The first is that fleeting feeling you get that some might call love at first sight. When your gaze falls upon someone and for whatever reason they captivate you. The second is actually bipartite. It's knowing that we want something, acting on it, yet being able to relinquish that which we desire. This may sound odd for most people want what they want and would rather just pursue what they want. And for the most part I'd say that's how I am too. But sometimes I like to practice not having that which I want. Call it a test of will, call it masochistic, call it self-control or what have you. I call it, knowing that in life, there will often be things that we want that cannot be. So I like the idea of denying ourselves something that we want when we can have it. Then I think we can come to the understanding that we are not slaves to our biological, emotional, chemical reactions, but we are truly the masters of our selves. So this story is a tease. Forgive me. lol
My eyes lazily wandered the streets as I leaned against the cold pole marking the bus stop. Then in an instant my eyes paused to focus on her. I watched her confidently stride down the tattered sidewalk. Her eyes focused straight ahead, unwavering. Her small delicate hands swinging by her sides with determination in her steady gaze. Her round supple breasts bouncing lightly as she stepped. The heals of her shoes clap-clap-clapping adding to the chaotic noise of the city. People bustling by her left and right and yet all I could do was stare entranced by her. She raised the cigarette in her hand slowly to her pouty red lips. She inhaled deep and long. She lazily, almost clumsily, let the smoke drift from between her lips, letting it linger in her face before the calm breeze pushed it behind her. Her hair was blowing softly back off of her shoulders. Partly due to her swift movement and partly due to the gentle breeze against her soft red cheeks and cold eyes. Then a bird flew over her head quickly in a determined direction. As if some mission where to be accomplished, still yet unknown. The fluttering of its wings rustled the air with the soft sound of a dying heart being set free. Her eyes gazed upward sharply to identify this new sound. Then, as if knowing, her eyes glided down to meet mine. Only for a second, but in that second my thoughts jumped into her eyes and then like a forest senses fire, I knew she could be mine if I wanted her. It was her reaction to my gaze. Her body fluttered for a second. Breaking her confident steady stride to that of a woman under the eyes of her first lover. I did want her. I wanted to slowly taste every inch of her desire filled body. From her soft full lips down to her lovely neck. Over her round shoulders and arms to her delicate wrists and hands. Her hands with oh so slender sweet fingers that would appear to give the soft gentle touch of a mother to her first child, or to her lover in a final embrace of endearment. Then to taste her full precious breasts and her pink hard nipples. Then that hidden place between the breasts that would warm her slowly and make her want me more. Down her round stomach to her broad full hips. The hips of a mother. Her full thighs I would love to cover with my tongue and lips. Then past her knee to her calf and shin. The muscles taught from exercise and excitement. Then her small lovely feet with her short toes. I thought again of how I could have her. I thought how when she would look into my eyes and hear my voice she would either love me or hate me, or both. Even her hate I think would make her want me. Would she be able to resist my cold dark deep eyes, confidence brimming so close to the surface with mysteriousness throughout? Or the soft soothing comfort of my voice whispering gently against her ear like a bee fluttering noiselessly against a naked flower's petals? Or the touch on her delicate skin from my coarse finger tips soothing her as if to take away the tears of her life in one gesture? Or in that moment would her heart flutter and pound making her body desperate for all my touches?
Just as suddenly she turned the corner and disappeared behind the tall building. Quickly with not a doubt in my mind I strode in the direction that she lead. One hand casually swinging at my side with my other hand comfortably in my pocket. The cars slowed as I lazily crossed the street in a determined yet uncaring pace. The soft soles of my shoes, not making a sound on the pavement, sought their path in the wake of her. My clothes rustling softly from the movement of my body was the only whispering sound in my ears. I longed to look once again at the beauty that fate had shown my rugged eyes. As I rounded the corner, the same corner she turned at, I saw her. Standing there, she was looking in my direction, almost as if she was waiting for my arrival. A smile creased my face ever so slightly and my steady eyes bored deep into hers. Into her soul. I know she could feel me touch her deeply with my eyes for she blinked rapidly before a faint smile found its way to her lips. I walked straight towards her my eyes unwavering and my gate steady and strong.
I stopped in front of her no more then a foot away. The strong sweet scent of her perfume enveloped my senses and overwhelmed the putrid stench of the polluted city. I inhaled her scent deeply for a moment. Enveloping my sense with her essence. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak for she herself seemed wordless in my enchanting gaze. I let the power of silence rule for a moment longer allowing her to become even more mystified by my presence.
Then she opened her mouth to speak. I raised a finger to her agape lips to the stop the breath in her chest before it could make song. When the tip of my coarse finger brushed her soft lips, a sigh escaped her mouth instead of words. I leaned closer to her and I knew she yearned for my kiss. Instead my lips brushed her ear and I whispered ever so slightly, “I want you.” Then her mouth opened again and I whispered, “shhh.” Then I turned away and strode off into the midst of the crowded city never to see her beauty again.
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