I started following her, fast. Her heels seemingly dropping sparks in their wake, so strange, so mysterious... I chuckled... yeah, I and my mysteries and my tons of unsold written manuscripts. I moved up faster but not fast enough for her to call a cop or pour some pepper spray into my eyes, I felt like a twilight zone detective following an alien... Hey, nice subject for my next poem, or story, or whatever other definition one might invent for whatever crap I was writing.
She turned the corner, I followed a few seconds later, and... fell nose to nose with her. Serious. Then smiling. Then taking off those dark eyeglasses and letting me sink into... what the hell did I get myself into... was it the green of hell or the green of heaven?
The flame erupting from her eyes...
I gazed inside my own demise.
I knew of life, and love, and death,
I've been so close I felt their breath,
I knew of lust... I've never been
So close to its terrific queen.
I stretch my hand, my fingertips
Touching the hell of scorching lips,
Abysmal rage of flowing sin
Soaks through my peeling blistered skin
Rending my flesh, smashing my bone,
Touching that useless piece of stone,
Inside the grip breaking apart
Then melting down, turning... my heart.
I scream... in pain? or is in rage?...
I curse my useless human cage
I scream and burn, turn ash turn dust,
Shimmering glow of love and lust
Turns into cloud, turns into pain,
A fires studded raving rain
Engulfs her chest and drapes her mind,
Thin sheets of flame her body grind,
She stumbles back, she tries to run
While slivers from a flaring sun
Stab deep within her tidal flood
And merge the crave inside her blood.
Her eyes demand. Oh, no, my queen,
In this one place you've never been,
Where every blink is sunwind ride,
And every breath a flowers tide,
And every touch a dragon's breath,
And every kiss an instant death,
Deny it not and let it in...
The stormy rain turns needle thin,
Of sudden, might turns gentle sigh
And gently sinks inside her eye
Her iris blooms... a flowers field
Becomes my dream's almighty shield.
*
I watched her picking up cherries off thin air and squishing them in her little fist, letting the thick dark red pulp flow lazily onto my shirt. Then allowing me to lick her fingers clean and picking the next one. There seemed to be an infinite supply of these. My shirt was soaked, sticking to my skin, and the soft chilly breeze caused my small manly nipples peek through the wet cloth.
"Till when?" I asked.
"You will know..." she said, letting another one drop straight upon the perky peak. Her dress was white, immaculate, spotless, though I could guess where two red spots shot out almost right through when she watched my own tiny reaction. I was covered with the oozing sweet goo, thin fumes entering my nostrils and fermenting inside my body driving me into an inebriation of senses such as unknown of.... I stretched my hand towards her face and touched her iris picking up a daisy and placing it in her hair. Then touched it again and this time I picked a rose sticking it next to the daisy. Her hair flamed softly around her face, the red tongues skidding along my fingertips but refusing to burn my skin, leaving small traces of ash that rolled away into the breeze and fluttered thinly all over my body.
She bent down, biting the shirt above the nipples, taking a bit of flesh as well and as I sighed she closed her teeth and pulled, the soggy cloth tearing away and leaving my nipple exposed.
"Till now..." she said and bent swiftly down over my other nipple and ripped another piece of cloth, this time returning fast and licking hungrily the cherry blood decorating the spot of red flesh till it became a clean island in a sea of dark red stains. How the hell did she keep her spotless white, I thought irrelevantly, as I felt a surging power grow beneath my belly and her left hand slide smoothly underneath my loose belt till it found a spot to hold its attention and started exploring its various curbs and angles and its resistance to slightly pulsating pressure. She touched the wet tip... I tried to raise my upper half of body but her right hand pushed my chest down and her teeth sunk into my chest snapping one button after the other and spitting them like bullets into void's direction, red smoking traces marking their passage from physical life into ethereal stardom...
The she raised her chest enough for me to see her breasts line... oh, at last... two red wet spots, their ragged edges pulling in ever slowing motion further away from that first spot of contact, the white limp chiffon suddenly stretched as... was it the red of a nipple or the red of the cherry or the red of my screaming imagination pushing through...
"Your turn now she whispered..." as her left hand ripped away in one flowing motion my lower body's garments and her fingers returned to grab that single object of desire that filled her senses and drove my mind into temporary insanity. I arched my chest up breaking her hold on it and bit savagely into the offered nipple fruit pulling into my mouth bits of sweet cloth fiber and a mouthful of strawberries... I swallowed the melting offering, rivers of red drooping from my lips corners which she hurried to lick away. Then bit the other breast, repeating the moments short ceremony, my gaze fixed to the hard bit of red flesh that suddenly seemed able to cut through steel. I ripped her white gown away, no longer worried about stains, about reality, unconcerned about the fact that it billowed above us like a silken canopy and started dripping golden drops of honey over our bodies.
I lifted her body as if it was a single loose feather, ripping her hold from her object of passion and guiding her gently down again... feeling her insides making way, pulling gently and willingly aside as I slid smoothly deeper and deeper, a never ending movement, wishing it to never end, feeling her wet warmth closing in on me, hugging... squeezing... crushing... further in till skin was the only element separating our lower body parts. Her toes stretched wantonly, scratching my legs with painted toenails and forcing them to hug hers in that terrible vise which is the foreboding sensation leading to that approaching final destination of unconsciousness... I pinched her nipples firmly, each between thumb and forefinger, and started pulling her gently towards me, her playful resistance stretching her breasts to point of refuse and then slowly giving in and approaching, her lower body uninterruptedly moving up and down like a slow motion violin cord and letting me slide in and out her accommodating haven, while the fire of those green sky patches opening straight into a human's soul kept approaching mine with the inevitability of an apocalypse... Inches away... breath depth away... the green flame jumped from her eyes blinding my sight, my touch, my hearing... pain searing me, the convulsion of my body joining hers, nails cutting deep into flesh, touching bone, drawing blood, our minds screaming with accomplishment as we fell down to earth... falling... never ending... falling... falling...
*
I woke up, the small crowd around me watching curiously, no one dared or cared enough to approach. I tried to get up, then suddenly felt a terrible dizziness and fell down again, the pain on my forehead terrible. I touched it, finding a lump the size of an impoverished apple decorating it. I looked questioningly at the crowd around me, which started dispersing once the sensation of a dying man became the uninteresting reality of a living one. A guy lingered behind, kept looking down at me, then up to the sky, then down again, then shook his head and went on. I had no recollection, absolutely nothing... how the hell did I get here?
I slowly got onto my fours and moved a bit forward hitting my head into a... pair of knees, I lifted my head groggily feeling a skirt sliding down the nape of my neck and my eyes locked on a pair of white silk thin feminine panties, a soft wet spot growing visibly as I looked. I heard a giggle way up above my line of sight and the knees retreated a few steps allowing me an undisturbed view of... was it a pair of doors to hell or heaven that kept opening and closing over lashing green tongues of fire?
"No, you didn't dream what you are going to remember now..." she smiled, picked up a cherry out of thin air and popped it into her mouth. Then she bent over allowing me for a few moments of heaven taste her tongue and leaving a partly chewed cherry in my mouth. The streaming fire... from my mouth, through my chest, through my loins, down to my toes... oh, goodness, if it was not a dream...
I tried to get up, drunkenly leaning on a nearby wall and trying to follow her as her heels made sparking traces on the asphalt leaving melting bubbling bubbles of tar. She looked back, sent a last lashing flame from her mouth to my lips and... vanished.
I touched the scorched spot and remembered. I will never forget.
