Little Romance
I grabbed her.
'Tonight I'll cope with you!'
- She didn’t say anything ...
and yet every part of her seemed to bring my shout into ridicule.
'You'll see! Then the world will be our oyster!'
A glimmer of light suddenly aroused a shadow on her,
a shadow that felt like she sneers blatantly in my face.
She greeted me with bare cynicism.
I grabbed her tighter, pulling her close to me.
- She didn't resist. Gloweringly she glared at me.
That was one of her mean tricks again.
'We both know how this ends', she seemed to whisper.
Every inch of her naked body seemed to say that.
'Not this time! Not with me!'
I struggled desperately against the arousing power
that emanated from her, inhumanly.
I took a deep breath.
She still laid stone-still in my arms.
Somehow a creepy coldness came out of her.
But this time she’d do what I wanted.
I snuggled up to her,
let her feel my feverish heart.
'I love you!', flashed it suddenly through my mind.
'Just you and nobody else.'
Although she barely understood me.
But still more than anyone else.
I clutched her neck, pursing my lips.
My breath flickered.
- She was completely taken aback.
'I've been waiting for this moment for so long, my dear.'
I deeply breathed again.
Then I brought my lips slowly up to her.
As we touched, I was thunderstruck again.
She didn’t seem to feel anything like this.
She didn’t seem to notice my excitement.
I broke out in ardent lust for her.
- She just seemed to be indifferent.
Slowly, very slowly, and infinitely tender
I began to breathe my hot breath into her.
And while the breath of my body flooded her,
for the first time that night she seemed to come to life.
While my hands carefully and tenderly
glided over her body,
there suddenly sounded a gentle, delicate and
seductive melody.
Really quiet.
I got up, pulling her with me.
I was still clutching her,
but now she yielded willingly in my lovemaking.
We moved our bodies slowly to the hauntingly beautiful music.
My lips were still glued to her.
I had drawn that secret out of her.
The meaning of her existence.
I felt her flowing breath on my hands.
Hot and fluttering.
The music sounded adorable.
We had the world at our feet.
Me and my saxophone.
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