There was something about her. Dark mysterious eyes, her fluid white skin, or the way she played with her hair. His demons that used to be balanced with angels were now rebelling, threatening to break lose. They wanted her. He wanted her. Playing with the leather cuff he walked towards her. Allured. Giving in. Tipping the scale.
Standing in the hot steamy shower. The hot water scalds his grimy soul. Layers. Swirling down the drain. The air. Steamy. Muddled. Each breath searing. Gasping.
His mind. Chaos. Dark. Full of screams. Cacophony. Pitch getting louder. Rising to a peak. Breaking point. So near. Yet so far.
They needed a release. So did he.
He moved in slowly behind her, his hand gliding on her waist. The cold leather around his wrists gave her goosebumps.
He moved her hair away, whispered smoothly in her ear “Who do you belong to?” pulling her close, almost kissing her.
“Myself” she replied “I am a slave to none”
Wandering between the chaos and cacophonies he drifted through life. Unlost yet captive. Till she waltzed into his commotion. Calmly taking charge, setting him free. All he saw was her eyes. Deep. Mysterious. He knew they were magic and was now bound. Under their spell he was lost and did not want to be found.
Restless and unrelenting the waves crashed with frenzied regularity on to her feet. With the moonlight caressing her gently, she stood there. Unaccompanied. Unabashed. A visage with a bareness, a porcelain complexion that was in complete contrast with the majesty and mood that spread across to the horizon in front of her.
She lay in his arms listening to his heart beat. He was lost in his sleep unaware of her eyes on him. In that moment their bodies were intertwined but their souls stood at a distance and watched. She closed her eyes and sighed. He kissed her in his sleep. A step closer was taken!
He loved how the demons in his head gathered around calmly when her thoughts crossed his mind. She had walked right into the darkest corners of his head. They had had unending conversations, snuggled with the black velvet wrapped around them. He loved her cause she became one with his darkness and made it her own.
She had called on her best friend to discuss a man she couldn’t get over. “An unnatural craving” she called him. “I know a thing or two about those” he said stealing a glance. “It kills you for the things you desire, but craving for something you know you can never have, destroys you slowly”
Her thoughts were like a heady cocktail of emotions for him. She overpowered his senses yet he felt in control. She took him high in passion and left him low in despair. He was ecstatic in her presence and unbearably anguished when she was gone. She made him restless, yet she was where he found tranquillity.
She looked faraway into his eyes. Her face so close that he felt her breath. He could hear a primal force howl inside him. He held the back of her head, her hair falling over his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. She tried to break her gaze, but couldn’t. He had taken control.