Monday, May 18, 2009

The temptation...

You're sitting across her, your eyes fixed on the story she has been telling.And you run your finger on her face, apparently pointing out a flaw in it but you still can't hide the tremor that runs through your hand as you reach the familiar curve near her chin.You know it's wrong.You know you'll have to withdraw your hand soon before it gets awkward.But maybe, the blush on her face meant something.Maybe, just maybe, she could feel the heat on your skin from across the table.And maybe, she wanted to feel it better.Whimsy.You thought she lived in a fantasy world.When every cell in your body falls right into place, synchronised by a rhythm quite implicit, nothing feels wrong anymore.And past mistake doesn't serve as a mistake to be remembered and not committed again.It just becomes a very ephemeral prologue, begging to be completed to that explosive climax it deserves.And maybe, as she locks the door and turns off the light, you'll be ready.She sure is...

3 comments:

Snob in Rotten Shoes said...

its nice to know that there's words to describe that...

Sylvius the Seeker said...

Ha! A good piece woven out of seemingly continuous events. The interludes have been successfully captured, as in, all actions apparently are in a flow, but still are disparate. Doesn't this post delineate desperation, rather than a temptation? :P

Abhimanyu said...

:)