Moments

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

An assignment and this is the result.

Walking through the secured doorway at the club of temptation, hearing the muted bass, there's a feeling of heightened anticipation.  Moments later, the darkness engulfs us as excitement builds.  We walk through a sea of bodies pressed together in ecstasy, the air dense with perspiration.  As we make our way up through the chaos surrounding us to a quieter, more comfortable sitting area with cushions and candles, a feeling of intimacy relieves the tension.  We move in close, the world becomes frozen in time as it becomes apparent only we are affected by this moment.

She takes my hand and leads me out to the dance floor.  I am lead by desire, blinded by a temptress who has entranced me completely.  A heart cannot deny blood pumping through veins or butterflies wildly beating their wings creating a feeling of lightness.  Perhaps the animal instinct within takes over creating a playground of release.

Watching her twirl around that pole of sin, the seductress calls out with sensuality as she drops to the floor of the stage we call habit, which she now calls freedom.

She teases with her words, her body language.  Her thoughts whisper through the music of her soul.  She could be a snake coiling her way around and through your senses until she is ready to strike or an angel who creates beauty from the emptiness surrounding her.

We lay together and dissolve into the fabric of our unity.  We make love until our bodies melt together and our heartbeats become one dancing in time to a song we created from our romance.  We radiate each other with joy, the warmth renews our spirit as we embrace our salvation in each other.

We erupt with passionate bursts of meaningless insecurities.  Then open our arms to forgive with delicate tenderness.  We wipe away tears of bitterness and insurmountable pain.  We wash away impurities and wasteful yearnings.  Until all that is left is the undeniable truth that we love with all we have as we waltz precariously on the edge of death.

All that we have, all that our life and our love is made up of is moments.  Our memories choose some moments to file away under lock and key as others fade with time until they are lost in a hazy fog.  Some moments are part of the collective human conscious, though these moments will be remembered from various vantage points.  Moments are like stepping stones leading us from one point to another throughout our lives.  Until we arrive at our final moment, which is the greatest mystery of all.


Submitted: January 15, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Katrina Skyyler Rose. All rights reserved.

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Ann Sepino

I love how this starts as something like a casual fling, but ends on what I can only describe as an ethereal note. And I also love the rhyming intro to the rest of the story. There are some parts that need a bit of syntax clean-up, but the overall message and mood is enjoyable. Thank you for sharing your story here! :)

Fri, January 15th, 2021 12:08pm

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Thank you, I appreciate your comments.

Fri, January 15th, 2021 5:35am

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