Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Calling on angels

Trembling, she realized she found herself in defiance of her own reasoning and rational thought.
Her own words curled and clinging to the corners of her mouth, like the wicked little smile she had just flashed mere moments before, 
while quarreling over something so ridiculous, she forgot now what it was.
Even as she knowingly set out to challenge his forbearance, 
still he had disarmed her with his commanding confidence. 
She watched in awe and strange excitement as his gaze lingered over her body, pausing quietly and playfully, and then finally making their way back up to her eyes. 
He was smiling, grinning even, like he knew he was frustrating her even more with his unlikely timing and perpetual patience.
She had loathed this behavior in others, but felt all the blood rush through her as her cheeks began blushing.
Time seemed to stand still as he watched her expression betray her.
How dare he look at her like he wanted to be condemned to hell for eternity and then slowly consumed by a fire he didn’t want to understand.
He saw her, damn it, all of her,  and she knew it.
But, where were the walls she had spent years meticulously building around herself?
How had he managed to strip away at them and make her feel so naked and vulnerable and with such a spiteful and audacious smile?
She looked away, which was odd, she thought to herself - as she always looked everyone in the eyes.
Stammering like a child, 
she tried to temper the spinning and steady herself.
It was too late to hide as she turned helpless and ready to meet the intensity of his stare.
She was not anticipating this, not when she was certain she could never like him. He wasn’t arrogant but there was plenty of promise.
His hands caught her off guard, as he effortlessly 
pulled her close to him,
so close she stopped breathing.
She could only hear her heart, and then his, as it raged - furiously, trying to break free of its cage.
They were face to face breathing the same electric air.
She began to turn away, she wasn’t going to let him get the best of her.
But he held her close and she felt the allure of his intoxication with her. She felt an unrelenting hunger, she wouldn’t hold back this time, and as he leaned in, she tasted the insatiable greed of his mouth and lips on hers, his strong hands moving fast in silence.
She was no longer able to discern if she was in heaven or hell. 
She wanted both worlds to collide, violently, and in sweet surrender. 
He was like religion she’d never known, he wasn’t there to quiet her demons, and he had little interest in calling on her angels. 

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