Poison Passion

Poison Passion Poison Passion

Status: Finished

Genre: Non-Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Non-Fiction

Summary

Summer memories of a girl who lost her beloved one.

Summary

Summer memories of a girl who lost her beloved one.

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Submitted: February 17, 2013

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Submitted: February 17, 2013

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Beautiful vivid smile. Luscious full lips... In smiles like this one whole life can be contained. Hope. Loss. Pain. Joy. Love. Hate. Every possible feeling, so different yet similarly bounded by understanding. Spreading through the nostrils smell of freshly mown hay. Eyes closed gently, ready to open rapidly whenever necessary. Rosy cheeks overwhelmed by ectasy. Wind sliding between the rusty bicycle spokes. July’s sun hiding down the horizon. Laugh. Loud, high pitched. Honest. Alive.

‘HAHAHAHA! M., stop it! I said STOP!’

Dark blonde hair spread on emerald green grass matching girl’s eyes shining happily while looking deep into boy’s corneas. His eyes reminded her of an ocean of hot milk chocolate. Every sparkle that could be noticed in the corners before it disappeared carelessly under the eyelids was a reminiscent of a single falling star. Making her wish it could last forever.

Boy just bestowed his companion with another smile. His muscular arms encircled her waist tighter, crushing material of flowered dress. Passionate dance of two bodies, enlightened by rays of orangish sun filled with impatient desire. Tongues entwining to the rhythm of unheard imaginated music. Sound made by crickets enveloped all around the scenery. Nearby a careful observer could glance at two bicycles buried almost invisibly in slender fields of grain, whose wheels still seemed to move steadily…

He bit her lower lip, making his moves more aggressive. Letting his fingertips slowly slide right strap of her dress, a girl rolled his white soft T-shirt starting from the bottom. Her nail hooked on the buckle of a leather belt.

They both stopped, looking at each other longingly. Without speaking, giving mutual consent. Half of it.

White XL piece of clothing landed in the grass, being forgotten for now. Sculpted chest, female fingers moving across the broad back and shoulders. Above neck, facial immersion into a field of dark curly hair. Snow-white teeth sank in the skin’s neck, leaving it delicately bloodshot. Nails scratching forearms. Turned eyeballs. Mixed fragrances of perfumes with a scant of nature. Tender whisper. ‘I love you’.

 

Pen’s nib stopped in the middle of the next sentence. Cowlick of redish hair obscured the vision of a girl who froze in stillness. She crossed out those words, letting a single teardrop to land on a sheet of paper.

‘I don’t have a choice but I still choose you.’

 


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