This could be heaven…
She is laid out, back arched, legs open, warm, aroused.
The scent of her — tangy, sweet with sweat and want — is euphoria to his indrawn breath, tingling his tastebuds, pulling him toward the apex of her thighs.
…or…
He moves to his knees, crawling forward between her thighs.
Inhaling — slow, deep — he feels the essence of her lust infuse his senses.
Meeting her eyes across the landscape of her body — the valley of belly, the dale of ribs, the soft mounds of breasts — he moves his mouth toward her waiting sex.
…this…
There is a fire in his gut, low and slow-burning, a muscle-strain ache that is matched in the swell of his groin and the parch of his throat.
…could…
And it is here — here, in this just-about almost, this not-quite-yet want – here in this maddening place that he wants to stay in and yet so desperately desires to move forward from — that he finds himself.
…be…
Never further.
Always wanting.
Desperately desiring.
On the cusp of ~there~ but not.quite.there…
…hell.
.
.
.
For eternity.
~ this could be heaven or this could be hell ~
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This post was inspired {1} by the lyrics of Hotel California, and {2} by a conversation I once had with my late friend Wild, who believed that eternity was not a continuation forever in time but that it was a moment in time, captured forever.
I knew him well enough to know that *this* moment in time — of waiting, of wanting, of the sweet-torture cusp between desire to taste and taste itself — was the exact kind of moment he desired to spend eternity in.
The “And it is here” section is brilliant. I always struggle with feeling comfortable using phrasing that is more poetic than direct when trying to convey a sense of visceral accuracy when conventional description falls short. I do it, but I always do it fretfully. Your usage is very confident it seems.
I also admire your ability to describe something from a perspective you yourself likely don’t experience directly. Understandably, someone in my situation can relate to the description with affirmation of its accuracy. The trouble with being a person who enjoys that dilemma of enjoying the attainment of something enough to then appreciation the unfulfilled wanting itself is that it is a delicious yet transient state. No matter how much one enjoys that edge, it’s impossible to stay there for very long. Yes you can prolong it, but after a while it changes and then it’s replaced by something else, and decisions have to be made. In a way it’s like a particular part of a season, knowing what you like about it is going to change.
And lastly, I found that I liked the passive aspect of this description. Being actively teased and then denied deliberately by a partner can result in this same situation but the teaser can be seen as the tormentor. In this piece, the viewer/longer is faced with his own self-contradiction. Good piece!
Thank you. That transience was something my friend both loved and hated, as well as the thrill of wanting/waiting. Knowing that it came across well to another person who ‘gets’ it makes me smile.
Well……………I only ‘get it’ because I often don’t. 😉
This may be my favorite post of yours…or maybe just the latest.
That is a lovely compliment, thank you. 🙂
Oh my Mrs Fever, this is beautiful.
I hope your friend found his eternity to be just as he desired.
I love that moment myself, sweet yet painful anticipation. Caught between inhaling Sir and salivating with desire to taste him. Entirely at his whim.
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Thank you.
Yes — “sweet yet painful” is an excellent description.