I walked farther into the
room and advanced toward the dresser. The music got louder, reaching higher
crescendos. My face wrinkled in confusion, and I inched closer, trying to make
sense of it. Sad and melancholy notes sifted the room—heartbroken, bereaved.
Perplexed at what could be creating this, I opened up the top drawer of the
dresser—careful—not disturbing it.
The drawer was dark and
empty so I closed it, stepping back, listening. A delicate breeze tickled my
ear—like the feel of someone’s breath—making me grin. I glanced to the locked
window. Nothing could have come through there.
The feel of tenacious
arms cradled, pulled me in, holding me prisoner inside a satiny caress. It
mesmerized me—captured in a trance-like state. An arousal stirred deep, nerve
endings tingled.
Everything was
unbelievably good in this moment, I never wanted it to end. I stood there with
my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, swaying back and forth; this
wonderful feeling of pure, undeniable love surrounding me.
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