The Merging of Two Souls
Shared by Shewhoquotes.
The night was quiet as light music roamed around the garden. The stars light was glistening through the dark night until a tall, shadow came into view. A bright, white dress flowing in motion with every step she moved. An attractive, flawless, young lady who had a round face, round cheeks, dark brown eyes, and a full big lips that a smile always held in place. Her slender body was discovering the beauty of the garden.
As her tiny, soft fingers touched every white carnation in a row, came in a young, handsome man that flickered suddenly out of the bushes. The night witnessed how his eyes were staring at her every moment, every touch of her hand discovered; wishing deeply she was discovering his own flesh despite his knowledge of her.
He walked forward anyway, feeling thrilled with every step he does, knowing how close he’s going to be behind her. His hands were shaking as he touched both her arms. Her eyes widened in reaction, turning around swiftly bewildered by the bold action of a man she never knew.
“Dear lord, who are you, sir, and what do you want?!” She asked infuriatingly.
“I was wondering what would a beautiful young lady like you would do here all alone giving her full attention to plants rather than dance at the ball and acquaint those who are dying to have a word with you.”
“Well…err..” She walks a few steps backward then turns around. “First of all, those aren’t just any type of plants-”
“Of course not.” He bites a smile.
“Let me finish sir. These living things you describe as ‘plants’ happen to be the most well formed, symmetrical shaped little vibrant flowers I have had the honor to behold.”
“I see..” He walked behind her. “And where do you think you’re going, miss?”
“To aquatint those who are dying to have a word with me.”
He chuckled softly and she couldn’t help not noticing his ravishing features…oh, and his figure. A rich black suit fitted his muscular body. Single breasted, but with peaked lapels. The unusual details, along with handmade buttonholes and functional cuff buttons, gave the garment away as bespoke. His shirt is white, while his tie is deep black, solid and sleek. It’s tied with an impeccable, effortless dimple. His pocket square is vibrant, yet tasteful. His sight made her bite her lip making him watch her carefully.
Snapping his fingers in front of her.“Eh! Admiring me already?”
“Oh, the confidence you have, sir.” She starts walking away as he pulled her against him.
“Let go or i’ll call the guards!” She muttered.
“I mean no harm, miss. Just your company. Please..” He begged and let go.
“Alright then.” She sat on the nearest bench and gestured him with her hand to sit.
They both sat there for hours talking all night, sharing stories and secrets. She was intrigued to hear more, but she very well knew she would never see this man ever again. The connection between them was telepathic, alluring and for the first time, she felt it. She tried to pretend his shoulder touching hers isn’t causing totally unrelated parts of her to tingle. She distanced herself a bit and breathed as he watched her. He smiled at the sight of her. Once a smile touched her lips, his smile widened instantly, momentarily relaxed and almost happy over such an event.
“Finally the beautiful lady is admiring my presence.”
She bit her lip. “Well i can’t deny such thing.” She laid her head down and sighed.
He laughed, the sound rolling over her more than once with the echoes in the dark garden. His laughter was so unique, part amused grow, part purr, and all self-assured male. Its effect on her was tangible, turning up her own lips and making her move closer to him before she realized what she was doing.
He couldn’t help the temptation of not stealing a kiss from her. His hand suddenly finds itself lying on her waist, pulling her even close as their bodies touched each other. They both breathed soundly, their lips brushing, her hand touching his cheek, cherishing the moment and allowing their light kiss to become more intense, deep and lingering. He wanted to touch her more, take advantage of her but he couldn’t. Something was pulling him back, which he found confusing, but he could care less. He enjoyed the vibration of the sound against his lips, the heat of her breath against his. Everything was visceral now, an explosion of sensations and his vision blurs. She is soft and he is hard, raging against her, taking her over his lap, embracing her body fully until her eyes gaze, she stops.Her heart is pounding against his chest and her body is so very fragile.
“God..” His lips inches away from hers.
They both suddenly turn to the sound of steps coming as they tidied themselves and stood still pretending that none of this ravishing insanity has happened.
“Darling…where are you?” Her mother called.
“Yes mother, i’m coming!” He grasped her hand tight for a long moment as they both stared at each other’s eyes.
Kissing her hand, he muttered, “Farewell, my sweet lady.”
She was still too shocked to respond as she ran away to her mother and the garden was left empty and full of bittersweet memories of sensual desires.
They both couldn’t sleep at night. It occurred to both of them that the moment in space and time before their lips touched, the small, exquisite sting of wanting, a beat of thirst, of yearning, was the most underrated part of kissing. He can still taste her on his lips, the smell of her scent in his memory, remembering when she smiled just for him, and the thought of never having that again was…harrowing.
She, on the other hand, couldn’t stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. She bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren’t wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. She needed to stop thinking about him in general. She very well knew she couldn’t but she vowed that she’d cherish such a beautiful memory and let it be captivated deep in her heart.
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