The Chain
I watch you wantonly as you are sleeping, restlessly. Your hair curls as it falls across your forehead in disarray. It entangles with your fluttering lashes playfully, you sigh in your sleep, you swipe it away, annoyed. The way you flick it away when unwanted thoughts intrude upon our time together.
You aren’t aware I’m in your room, or watching you with my heart in my mouth and I am not sure how I even traveled here, did my love for you, purchase a ticket upon the railways of your dreams?
The moon throws shadows on your bare rippled chest, as I moisten my swollen lips with the timid tip of my tongue, in anticipation.
You’re dreaming, I can tell by the rapid flutter of your eyelashes as they cast shadows on your chiseled cheekbones. I wonder who captivates your dreams, as you are held in the talons of slumber?
I remove my robe and let it wisp off my dew moistened skin — to the floor, it pools at my feet as the cool night air sends shivers running up over my pinked, overheated skin.
I’m distracted for a moment, as the silvery moonlight streams shyly through the aperture of your window, playing silly with the gold chain, the promise embracing my narrow waist, settling on my rounded hips.
I tug gently on the crisp white sheet that carelessly covers you, the sheet with my initials, stitched with silk thread, the colour of my hair, they standout starkly against its paleness. I’m mesmerized, as it silently falls away, I’m enchanted by your ripened life force.
I carefully climb unto the bed, so as not to awaken you, as I straddle you I cup my pulsing, ripened bosom, squeezing my aching buds, you moan in your sleep.
You fit so intimately snug in my nectar moistened flower, as I receive you, undulating my hips, I throw my head back in delighted ecstasy, my snake-like curls sizzling form a protective barrier around us, as I’m filled to the hilt, you tremble.
You grunt as I moan longingly, circling my hips on your engorged shaft, the aroma of the night mingling with the scents our bodies evoke, exclusively our, disturbing my senses to distraction, electrifying the colourless night, the night that is blacker then coal, only because I created it…
My soul trembles and my body quakes, as I ride you further into your endless dream, the ripples from our bodies unhinge the moon, the moon who voyeuristically entertains the heavens with our love, envy written across the sky, as it races towards dawn, pulling our quivering limbs apart as day steals the night. As I know the dawn will steal you from me when her chariot crosses into the light of day.
I meet you there on the peak, the summit, breathless, shaken to my core, my toes curl.
Perplexed.., but, but, I’m already there, as I enter the illusionary form of me you’ve conjured upon your dream.
As we face off, your eyes flash charm-ues-d, staring purposely into mine holding me spellbound, I gasp, you were awake all along…
My eyes fall to the animate gold chain shimmering in your hands.
The chain you handcuff around the periphery of my heart — I am enslaved.
Enchanted.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. July 18, 2019. All Rights Reserved.
