Silent, Perfect, Complete...  

travelingintexas 41M
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8/30/2005 4:06 pm
Silent, Perfect, Complete...


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None, Complete, Total, Silence


As I lay alone in bed last night, I experienced an event so incredible, so life altering and soul shattering, I fear I shall never be the same. Lying there in the darkness, I suddenly sensed the presence of another, at one moment there was empty air, the next a void filled. No sound emitted from this visitor. No tell tale sign of its intentions. No understanding made itself known to my heart which beat wildly within my chest.

All at once a fiery need assaulted the depths of my soul, racking my body in shudders of unending need and desire unfulfilled. The lack of this “thing” grated upon the walls of my very soul, like chains run across the cell block wall of my personal prison. Suddenly, the dusty smell of incense and oil permeated the air. The perfume of perfect woman, the honey of lust. The smooth smell of skin forbidden wafted across the non existent breeze to my nose, piercing my body as the damned are pierced.

Fecund. Fertile. Willing.

These thoughts came to me through the dark of night, shutting down my ability to reason, eliminating cognizant thought and making me a drone, a minion, one who grovels at the feet of perfection. Still no light has shone into the room. Still no sound or movement has been detected. But I know the room is occupied by an object so perfect, so exquisite and so divine that my blood sings in rapture and my loins swell in utmost need.

The whisper of skin sounds. Much like the sound of silk upon silk, but fainter, darker and much more difficult to hear over the beating of the blood in my ears. In the darkness of the room, from a place which had been empty, velvety fingers slide the length of my cheek, down my neck and stop there. Not out loud, but in my heart, deep in the dark corners of my heart, I hear the words echo “I have something for you.”

My soul relaxes while constricting, a paradox of capability, giving into the ecstasy that is. Clamor of heart is still, as the sweet scent of life fills my nostrils, overcoming all fear and lips tremulously meet mine. At the moment of their touch, lightening bright flashes before my mind, shattering my resolve. I am useless in this place. My very soul has been undone by her lips.

DefiniteTrouble 50F

8/31/2005 4:06 am

(grabs tissue)

Oh T....


duststormdiva 51F
6854 posts
8/31/2005 8:32 pm

Wow, that was so captivating. It took me in, I almost experienced what you were describing. I was fixed on every word, and hungry for the next. I devoured your description of the presence of this being that unlocked the cell block to your soul.

I have goosebumps.

DustStormDiva


five_speed 41M

8/31/2005 8:59 pm

cool stuff man. very well written.

It makes me extremely curious though, because I have felt something similar, though my reactions were not as peaceful. I've dealt with her a number of times over the years, in fact. I call her the Dream Bitch. As you may have surmised, I do not like her much.

I thought I was just crazy, imagining things, but maybe not? Maybe there really are succubi in the world?

I wrote a poem about her once. It doesn't capture the essence of the moment as well as you have here, but I'll dig it up and post it anyway. I’ll post it soon. At the current approval rate, it should show up in my blog sometime Sunday, if I’m lucky.


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