my paradise

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its an account of how the imagination of a woman lost in the want of being close to her lover takes her to another world.

Submitted: April 21, 2016

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Submitted: April 20, 2016





Its 2 am.

My room is dark with no curtains on the windows, light from the crescent moon filling up my dark hide with its glittery being...

I like my room at night, I’m all alone with my thoughts and imagination....We  usually talk at night, me and him...but he’s not here tonight and its okay. Maybe it’s not okay coz my mind can’t stop thinking about him, about his strawberry lips that feel so soft against mine, light prickly stubble that tickles my face when he kisses my cheeks, his raw touch that makes me torment with desire. Thinking about him always makes me restless.  But tonight it’s something different; his thoughts are giving rise to this unsettling feeling which is trying to overcome my twitching body....

I KNOW what I WANT but I also know I can’t have it, not yet. It’s like this forbidden fruit of pleasure, the more you have it the more you want it and tonight my desires and wants are changing into my needs, needs need to be taken care of.

My eyes are shut...weaving dreams of his presence. My heavy breathing makes me realise the intensity of my passion.....and I fantasise...

I picturize him coming out of the airport and taking me into his arms, filling my emptiness with his presence, oh how I have longed for it, longed for my hollow to be filled. Even as I picturize him embracing me I realise how my soul craves and aches for it, for his warmth, for his touch ,for his sweet warm breath.......I open my eyes only to find myself yearning more for him...and they close again coz his warmth is not all I’m thirsty for...


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