SHE with HE

This was a relationship with a difference. I was free to be with anyone and SHE didn’t want anyone. No strings attached yet invisible strings existed between us. A bond truly carved from outside this world, which defied logic and yet epitomized a utopian relationship, platonic in words yet realistic in existence.

I remember, the other day when I had brought home this gal from my office; Natalie. She was a beautiful hot chic not detesting one night stands or casual flings. We were in the resting area and I was sure that SHE was in her room. But I had nothing to bother. This wasn’t the first time and like every time SHE wouldn’t question, SHE wouldn’t say anything, SHE wouldn’t mind; all that SHE would reflex was a sly smile that meant “Loser” for me and “Not again” for her.

There I was on the couch, kissing and caressing Natalie when SHE entered the resting room. Seeing us in that situation, SHE wasn’t amused but Natalie for sure was surprised. It was difficult for me to explain the complexity of this symbiotic existence to her and for Natalie; SHE was an “another” woman.

Gosh!! It wasn’t amusing to me as well.

Natalie banged the door on me and barged out of my place, me running after her, but in vain.

I came back exhausted and dejected only to find HER smiling as if she connived to get me in this mess.

I looked in HER eyes and they had this sly smile, mocking at me. She burst into laughter and ran in the bedroom. I followed suit.

I caught hold of HER and rolled onto the bed. I stretched both HER hands and started biting HER softly like a dog whose bone was taken away from him.

SHE kept laughing at it.

After a few mouthful bites, I stopped, SHE stopped laughing too.

We looked deep in each others eyes. SHE was beautiful and I knew it. The threads pulled us together again. Our eyes were locked and soon the lips too.

Cuddling in the bed, kissing and caressing, I pulled HER tee down HER shoulder and softly nibbled them, moving up the neck, then the ear.

The ear did it. The hand like a laser guided missile moved further down, to feel the curves. They are always at it.

I looked at HER again. There was silence this time.

“Get over me”, she said. “Or you’ll end up like this all the time”

SHE was right. I always ended on HER.

To reason is to find an escape route. I didn’t want to escape from this reality, the fact that I end up with her and that I’m content in this precarious relationship that is inexplicable to common senses.

I don’t want to get away from the reality of this perfect abode where “SHE is with HE”

She is Beautiful

She is beautiful.

Sitting across the table in that cafeteria, I could not take my eyes off her face.

There is serene calmness on her face, well composed posture and every word of the few uttered, was a romantic rhapsody. Her smile is elusive. It reminds me of all those moments I have spent with her, memories forever.

She is beautiful.

Often, the breeze would make, that strand of her tress, caress her soft face and she would not make any attempt to show her resentment against its audacity. But I felt interrupted; I had to have a full look of her face, with all her attention. I slowly held that strand between my two fingers and pushed it back to where it belonged. Her eyes lit bright and a minute twitch of the lips, suggesting a smile, which meant that she, liked the gesture.

She is beautiful.

We were involved in our conversation, when this sultry seductress passed by us. I blinked, my eyes quickly checked her out, assessing the highs and lows, I blinked, and I was back into her eyes. A sly smile, in its most diminished form, is what I mite have had on my face, but she is unfazed. Her calmness is serenading and serenity still pervading on that table for two.

She is beautiful.

Holding her hand, I feel, protected, comforted, loved, cared, inspired and motivated. I could spend an eternity here at this table. We weren’t talking yet the eyes had so much to say. They have been busy all this evening. She shows no fear yet the fear resides, it looms largely in our heart. We have caged it there and yet it affects the faculty of our mouth.

I blow into her face…

She is beautiful.

We decide to go for a stroll in the park nearby. I held her. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her touch is nice, her touch is cold, her touch is sweaty, and her touch is loose.

She WAS beautiful.