Saturday, 19 October 2013
09:36:37 AM (GMT)
I remember her gravity. Even though that night stands far apart behind me it rings
like a bell. It reaches outwards in waves lapping at everything in me.
It renders me a folly ridden fool for her. That night under the fumes of lovelust we
stood eye to eye. For some reason our conversation had suddenly
grown quiet. We stared, and I stared looking her up and down and drinking her image.
A soft and round figure, of hips and breasts and lips. I felt the heat
inside my chest extend downwards, I was of course a 15 year old boy at the time.
But the extravagance of the thing was that her lips locked me in an orbit. Her eyes
twin flames and I moth beckoned. In that gravity I fell into her; I fell for
her, I fell into the depths of that kiss eternal. And like the resounding sound of a
bell, my current self merely a paltry afterthought to that night.