An Unrequited Love.
Authors Note: This is a
short tale on the title above. Please note this is involving the Angels when
they first came to Earth to mate with the local ladies.
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The storm is on
the horizon but I shall not be stopped. I would hit the clouds like water and
go beneath them. Time was essential here as it also means the clash of two
planes of existence. But nothing was as planned; not even a love liaison
between two lovers. I clashed through the clouds like streaking lightning and I
hit the mountain top like a pile driver. I dropped to a depth of three thousand
feet before I leveled off to the ground level. I exited at the creek and stepped
out the stream with the droplets of water flowing effortlessly down my body. I
spread out my hands and my wings of feathers closed themselves to hide behind
my shoulder blades.
"Clothe
me." The elements in the creek and nearby plants weave a set of fabrics
that clothe my body and wooden sandals hold my feet. I soon find myself walking
to the path I am so used to in these past weeks. It's not far my walk before I
come to see the unhitched wagon by the forest clearing. I can see the dark
horse that draws it feeding by the cedar tree. I walked to the wagon and mount
its steps. But the door was opened by a dark lady dressed in an off sleeve
blouse and colorful flare skirt.
"Simon, my
love." She ran smack into me and laid a kiss on my lips with the passion
which we had missed for over a month. I replied her passion with mine and my
hands held her close to my chest so she can be felt by me with no part of me
untouched. I rubbed my hands down her spine to her beautiful skirt and I had to
resist then as I bunched my fist there.
"Why, Simon?
Do I not incite the fire in your loins?" She raised her right leg between
mine and nudged me to the brink of making me lose my composure. "Or has
the angels come in between us on the pleasure of the flesh?"
"No, Marie. I
have not come ...." But she intervened on my lips with her tongue stabbing
at me. "No, Marie. We must stop. I need to talk to you."
I pushed her to
allowed me time and space to think. It's difficult as I would deny my arousal
by her passion can be too intimidating, but I have words to speak to her.
"Marie, we must
talk. Inside now." Instead of pulling her, she pushed me in with the enthusiasm
of a love-crazed lady. She pushed me in and kicked slam the door shut. She
pulled her blouse down to her waist and clasped me again.
"Ravage me
like our first time. My bosom needs your attention. Suckle, bite, do your heart
and mine the pleasure of it." But I dragged her sleeves up and covered the
orbs of her beauty.
"Sorry,
Marie. I need to talk with you. None must delay me from that. Please." She
stopped her acts of passion and finally sat by the window sill with her right knee
on the sill. The sunlight does play magic with your imagination and in this
case it was overpowering.
"Oh, forget
it." I went towards her as I ripped the green plant fabric from my chest.
"I know you
would see it my way." Marie nudged her right raised knee to let the skirt
slip further down her inner thigh.
After an hour of
releasing up our pent-up passion, we both lie down side by side; or partly her
upper body on top of me.
"Simon, now that
we have settled the preliminary, can we do the main treats now." I did not
argue this time with her. If someone said passion needs time to recuperate in
between rounds, I would ask them to take lessons from us.
Finally, we laid
our heads on the threshold on a need to satiate our hunger for food now. Marie
got up and moved to the kitchen area, with her body shimmering in the sunlight
that shine through the small window. It was then I saw a rivulet of sweat
trailed down her spine as she retrieved the utensils for our meals. I walked up
to her and held her from the back.
"I am sorry,
Marie, but I cannot meet you like this anymore." She stopped her work on
hearing my words.
"Does that
mean we are not going together anymore?" I can feel her body tense in
anticipation of my reply.
"No, I meant
to say I am no more a messenger of God. I have decided to be a Man and love you
as one. I won't be flying in but I would walk in like the others. Does that
please you, Marie.? " She turned around to look at me.
"Then I am
happier that you have chosen to tell me. You see your new status would not be
beneficial to me anymore And my name is not Marie. Its Lilith. See you in Hades
then."
"No, it can't
be........."
Passion kills but
true love does not. It ignites the passion for more love.
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