Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

Cold autumn rain falling from the cloudy grey sky; sweet pre-winter breeze fluxing in through the extended balcony; dim damp light of the street lights pervading our cosy comfortable room through those perforations of the semi-glass window, as I and Ayumi lie on the bed, holding each other’s stark naked body post an amazing session of spiritual and physical intercourse. I keep fumbling through Ayumi’s soft, rounded breasts in my soft little palms. They act as a pair of pillows for me whenever I feel the need of them. I caress them, lick them like an ice cream, kiss them with my folded wet lips. They are a source of heaven for me, always acting as a source of comfort and relaxation. She loves it too whenever I play with her cute little breasts. They aren’t that big or even that much small. They are just the perfect size I want them to be, rising like a pair of hills from her elegant chest. 

It’s not only her breasts that have me exasperated all the time, but her petal like radiant pink lips that have me mesmerized whenever I have my eyes upon them. That autumn night, our lips intertwined with each other, providing a sense of otherworldliness within me, as if I don’t want anything any more; as if this is the peak of our physical amalgamation, there’s nothing more to achieve any more; just the two of us, eating away each other’s sweet tasty lips. Whenever she kisses me, her nose materializes into something so pink that I tend to forget its original colour. I love to play with her small, tiny nose too. Making friction with her cute little nose with mine, gives me a sense of calmness, and only strengthens our bonding even more. 

Well, it’s not only her body that I desire or seek, it’s something inside her that pulls me toward her like a gigantic magnet; something so profound and mysterious that I sometimes cannot fathom the weight of it with my own limits of comprehension. In the beginning, I tended to think of her soul as transparent and crystal clear, but as we moved forward with our lives together, I realized how much depth and range she possesses inside. How deeper the pond is, I only realized as I delved deeper into its damp underwater surface. As I keep digging deep, the upper surface water waves keep colliding with me as if they want to convey something through their mere physical movements; as if they want to deliver something that can’t be put into words in a general sense. 

As we lay on that bed on that damp autumn night, her dazzling eyes came in the trajectory of mine, and I observed a certain sense of sadness in them. She is not that expressive with her face, she is not that a good talker, but her eyes always convey a lot. She communicates with her eyes in a wholly different way than she does with her small mouth. Those radiant waves emanating from those tiny convex lenses, if deciphered, will provide me such priceless information that her beating heart always wanted to deliver, but could never do. Her eyes have that mysterious aura around them. Sometimes they make me wonder whether she is looking at me or somewhere else completely beyond me; some place in between her and me. I feel as if she stares at something that isn’t there for me to observe, but it’s only there for her to foresee. I don’t know, sometimes she feels so detached from me and everything that I really get freaked out. But I still believe she is there, with me. Her mind may not be present at that moment with me, but her heart, that, she has gifted me forever. Our hearts interwove the day I went inside her through her physical hole, penetrating though an abstract labyrinth of emotions and sensual sensations. That was the day our souls coalesced into a single manifestation of creation; into a single form of togetherness and bonding, with one bonded to the other forever, the tethering never to be isolated, never to be segregated.