I slightly opened the door while resting my gaze on the ground. A huge shadow adorning the floor froze me. He was awake. My gaze lifted, soaking in the state of the space. Darkness ensnared it. The outside light and skylight cast their natural glow, illuminating the room in a flawless manner. He stood near the window and peered up at the night sky with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He had an austere, poised visage. His frame remained somber, dripping in sumptuous glitz and lush allure.

I tell you folks, he has this stupid kind of feverish with sky.

"You can come in, ya' know." He spoke in his enchanting, velvety voice. I walked inside, halting beside him. A loose nightwear obscured his flesh and bones. His lingering, mellow scent encircled me, inundating me in a chrysalis-like blanket of beguiling bliss.

"What's bothering you, Senior?" I asked, peering through the orbs that encapsulated the glory of the snow. The flame shades of lapis lazuli whirling around in his iris reflected his strength and panache, suaveness and erudition, as well as truth and his honesty.

"You can share it with me, ya' know." My fingers, on their way to winding around his calloused yet delicate ones. They coiled around seamlessly, fitting together like jigsaw pieces. I relished it.

"Just musing. So much has happened in the last few months. All capricious. " I frowned in return to his terse retort. I found myself wondering what the hell was going on in his mind.

I hummed back, "I know. How do you feel about all this? " I inquired whilst focusing exclusively on his side face and securing our mellow gazes. The entrancing blue hues reminded me of wild blueberries. Immaculately round, like teeny tiny glassy balls, with a raspy floral taste and a tinge of sweet and sour swirling serenity in them.

"Not sure, honestly. It's all new to me. " His frame moved, his body shifted, and the eyes that had once peered at the quintessential countenance of cloud-clad Heavens, suddenly gazed passionately into my curious swirls of green, gold, and brown.

"You've stirred feelings in me I never knew existed. Annihilated the counterfeit and shattered the reflection of haze. It's insane. It's so fucking terrific. " His words plunged me into the dungeons of devastating doubts. A threat to my life was one thing, whereas a threat to my sentiments tore me apart.

My hold loosened. A gust of bleakness wrought havoc on me, compelling me to say the words with tremendous trepidation. "Are you afraid? Scared of us?"

I awaited his response with bated breath. I hastily swallowed the bolus of air and stood rooted to the spot as he analyzed my movements. Eventually, he shook his head in denial, and I felt myself breathing back normally. Like a weight off my shoulders. Relief made a home inside my chest and soon trailed the bliss of the moment.

However, it lasted short.

"I thought I lost you." His strong yet vulnerable stance flinched my core with stark shivers.

In a swift move, I cupped his face. Our faces, inches apart. Breaths infused with the fragrance of night flowers. The act ever so benign, yet too intimate. "Hey... I'm here. With you. Absolutely fine."

"I know. You are. " Rich blue nefarious flames cavorted in his solandis orbs.

"You're confused with your emotions." I whispered tenderly over his lips.

"Why can't you let it out? Why can't you show it to me? " My voice grew firmer, stronger as well as more demanding.

"I'm afraid I'll end up hurting you." So innocent reply. Enough to extinguish all my rage. How could such a mere curt reply quell my rage?

"Are you blaming yourself for my accident?" I asked as I encountered yet another epiphanic wave. After a good few minutes went by without a response, I forced him to look at me. "Please look at me. It wasn't your fault. Nothing was. If there's anything that has happened good in my life, then it's you, Senior Aylwin. "

He jerked my hands away, rather gently, I'd say. My hands fell to my side as I stood frozen in my stance. "That's the problem, Fresher. That's the fucking problem. " Facing away from me, he said in such a deadly tone that it churned my insides viciously. Chills of lust crawled down my spine, weaving their way to my core.

"I'm such a selfish bastard that I can't let you go. Not after you're the only one that keeps me sane. " His fingers grazed past my cheekbones, and the nebulous space vamoosed within the shells of a treacherous night. The cool silver coiled around his long fingers teased me sensuously. A pure, coquettish invitation.

"Then don't let me go. Show me your selfishness. Show me you won't ever allow me to leave you. Show me how I'm your sanity. Show me everything that you have locked up here. " I whispered, pointing to his hammering heart. I clutched his fabrics tightly till our flesh grazed each other.

"Don't, Fresher. You'll regret it. "

"I won't. Trust me. I want you to play with my needs in the same way you play with your life. I want you to take a risk yet again, but this time the risk is me. I want you to hide me away, exactly in the same way you hide yourself. I want you to calm my soul as you calm yours. I want you to..."

I couldn't continue as he crashed his lips on mine rather aggressively. My back hit the wall in a jiffy. My grasp on him intensified. Our lips moved in sync, biting, caressing, and bewitching one another. It felt like a ferocious battle for dominance blended with a slow-burning sizzling fire. The kiss was unlike any other. It was a kiss of yearning. A kiss of desperate want rimmed with lascivious desires. It was rough, raw, and rash. Pouring down all of the frustration, angst, grief, and underlying feelings. But it soon evolved. It swiftly blossomed into much more. It escalated to a slow, ardent, and pleasurable pace. It transformed into a kiss of consolation. A kiss of belief. A touch of lips full of curtailed feelings that were battling to burst out. It was a kiss of need. Need of comfort. Need of protection. Need of love.

Heavenly touch, shooting tingles of euphoria down my core. His fingertips stroked my skin, sliding down my bare back and along the curves of my waist. I felt my skin getting heated up as he worked wonders on my flesh. His gentle touch felt as if he was stroking a petal, so smooth, so tender. My eyes were closed as waves of unfathomable pleasure swept through me, making me moan in inexplicable rapture. My pulse quickened and heart raced like it could burst out at any moment. My emotions were everywhere, spilling forth. And the one that won the battle was raw desire.

The intimacy went from my stomach to my ribs, caressing my veins on their way. There was an underlying tenderness even in his roughness. The way his fingers stroked my ribs, each bone, tracing them with so much appetency, that I had never felt such a selcouth of sensations.

I allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Thrilled to test his own desires, I let him take control. At that point, I was willing to see, feel, and acknowledge any form of his. Any gesture of his was just too addictive to me. I was sedated by the mere thought of him. I wanted nothing more than for him to just ravish me with his own orphic ways. Intoxicated by our intimacy and blinded by my own sinful desires, I couldn't think straight. Struggling to keep up with his pace, all I could do was let out a shaky, breathy exhale.

"Fresher." His voice was mere a whisper, layered with layers upon layers of dark feelings. I loved it. I loved the way I was feeling. The feeling was something on a whole different level. Something I hadn't felt before. I clung to him firmly, wanting him to continue his artwork.

"Hmm?" I hummed back, as I nestled deeper into his chest. My lips, brushing across the thin fabric that shielded his toned-muscular chest. His grasp got stronger as his fingers gripped my chin and forced me to gaze into his dark eyes.

His oceanic orbs bred tsunamis in them. They darkened like a black hole in a blue ocean. Famished with ferocious fire of fervor feelings. Like a whirling whirlpool of emotions, they glimmered with implicit words that had a tenacious hold on me. So much flowed past them. So many emotions. The once fatal-turned-feathery façade flitted forth from his face.

The wait was hauntingly daunting. I wanted it to end. Just end it for once and all. I wanted us to become sinners of the nefarious night. To whisk us away within the folds of unholiness and purity. Rawness to reign our hearts and soul. For us to be the essence of each other. To nourish till we blossom again to infinity.

"Fuck the sins." And just like that, we succumbed to each other as the darkness descended upon us, unveiling its true colors to us rather bewitchingly.

blurry night

a gaze to hold

rhythmic beats which slowly failed

façade of intention fell

the clash started

mirroring figures

shallow breath

the distance disappeared

the rise of tease

a playful ignorance

fingers played with hem

grazing, caressing, a stroking touch

lips with skin

teeth with flesh

a few bites tatted

some more to go

it slowly went

a flood of pleasure

drowning, and drenched

words shunned

as emotions poured

reminiscing, swirling, reviving

cascading cologne

lingering tingles slowly explode

peace dwelt

inciting desire clawing core

sync of lips

sheets crumpled

mirth unignored

twitch of fingers

a heavenly savor

storm brew

darkening hues

bodies mingled

mellifluous melody

lust trickled

warmth splattered baring, caring, a slow love

turning from pure torture to blissful moans

Stretch and lean

twist and turns

caged in paradise

a divine taste

molding slowly like a hostage

it went on and on and on

till fatigue took over

but yearns never met the ends

the thirst burning for more

and yet again

it all started slow but passionately

carefully but fiercely

exploration to embark

and just like that

two sinful souls

flawlessly united.....

I squirmed slightly in my sleep, groaning as shallow ripples of soreness started to swell inside my flesh. The events of last night tackled me all at once, drenching me in a deluge of delight, shyness, ecstasy, elation, and sheer serenity.

There are some moments in life when you just want to keep reliving them again and over until they are indelibly ingrained in your mind, body, and soul. Those were the most blissful moments of my life, which I never wanted to share with anyone. He poured it. He conveyed every damn emotion that ever existed in the universe. He made me feel alive. As though he had rekindled a soul.

A master knows how to play the notes.

And just like the piano he played, and the melody it made, he did the same with me.

I reflected the piano

Or maybe it was the other way around.

Like the delicate dandelions,

He took care of both of us.

I could feel the homely warmth and the touch of his toned chest. My eyes flitted open, falling on the beautiful, intricate tattoos embellishing his milky white, tanned skin. Making him look alluring and sinful. A dopey grin crept onto my lips as I turned to face him. And for a brief moment, it got me wondering if it was possible for someone to have such inhumanly-heavenly-angelic and yet devilishly-sinful features. He looked so surreal while sleeping. Solemn and serene. Without an ounce of pain or stress. Nothing except tranquility. Just pure peace.

He was an empyrean beauty, and I was his philocalist.

A few strands of hair fell into his eyes, tempting me to reach out and tenderly stroke them away. And, without even realizing it, my hands were already on their way to gratifying my heart's sinful desire.

My fingers touched his forehead ever so softly, lightly caressing it. They leisurely swept the baby hairs away, taking their time, and then advanced to his cheekbones. Sliding down, they deliberately brushed the corner of his lips before venturing on to his razor-sharp clean-shaven jawline.

"Stepping into dangerous boundaries now, are we?" His voice jerked me away. My eyes grew as large as saucers, and for a split second, all I could think of was—'Was he awake the whole time?'

If it hadn't been for my sudden startle, I would have actually noticed his voice and studied his every damn movement, but right then I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts.

"And here I thought I had already crossed them." Regaining my composure, I retorted with a challenging smile. With him, the game of words became intriguing, and I was too tempted to miss out on such golden moments.

His eyes remained closed, his stance and demeanor unchanged since I awoke. Which concluded one thing: 'He was awake the whole time.' And then, I wondered if he ever slept in the first place.

"Then tell me, how did it feel to cross?" And that's when he unveiled his dazzling, amusement-filled pools of unfathomable blue, which held the capacity to ruin me. But then again, hadn't I already been ruined? Or, perhaps I should put it another way—it wasn't I who willingly allowed herself to be ruined by those fiendishly fatal flaming orbs.

His words stunned me with yet another wave of shock. At first, I was too dumbfounded to even utter a word. Too overwhelmed by the complexity of his twisted words. Scrambling to put together even one word, or heck! I endeavored to join the dots to form a letter, but to no avail. It was both infuriating and interesting. All at once. He was correct. Indeed, correct.

I never crossed the boundaries. His boundaries. Which was between his body and his soul. Between his thoughts and his actions. Between his mind and his heart. I never crossed them. The thought alone left me stunned to the point where I began to wonder if I had even touched or... Wait, scratch that, even been close enough to his boundaries.

But then again, wasn't I doing the same thing? What difference did it make then? Didn't that make us two?

"I never crossed them, have I?" I asked, sick of worrying about it, about us. He faced me, his fingers caressing my cheek and his silver ring making contact in the process. The coolness sent a current of chills down my spine. I focused on him, blocking out all other thoughts. He gazed at me with his infamous intensity, studying me for a while.

"What's the point of crossing when you've left your essence behind, engraved forever?" And there it was again.

Now, tell me, how can I control myself around him when he says such damn heart-fluttering things?

And now, it was my chance to fire back. So, with a carefree impish smile, I softly said, "Then tell me, how did it feel?"

"It'd be a shame to express the ineffable." Oh good gracious, his laconic words... I'd be lying if I said his laconic words didn't manage to render me spellbound. I really didn't see that coming. How? How good lord? How could he be so damn perfect with words?

I was too worn out to say anything else. A hot cup of coffee might work wonders. With that thought, I began to sit down, only to be pulled back by a muscular arm. Facing him, I already caught him gazing at me with those profound eyes that held me hostage.

And the impact it had on me was beyond all the tales of imagination and desire. I sometimes hated the impact he had on me. It was as if I would lose myself in him. But, hold on a minute, hadn't I already lost myself?

Yet, his word meant only for me to stay. His longing gaze mirrored the candor and sincerity in his words. His fear, his grief, his insecurities about losing me, were all on display for me to witness and decipher his unsaid message. And I, of course, soaked it all up. Leaving the dire consequences to die behind us. Just like that, I once again found myself in his embrace, encased in his warmth and encapsulated by his scent, but not before saying the words that would inevitably bind us to eternity.

"Till death do us apart."

I felt him stiffen. His breath hitched. And the grip tightened on me. It felt as if he was controlling himself, having an inner battle with his own damn self. Words were shunned for a moment. Allowing pure silence to shield us away from the deeds of the vile world. Minutes passed and then I eventually heard those words that touched my core and suffused me with the utmost ecstasy.

"Till death do us apart." Heat swiftly surged throughout my flesh and bones as his lips grazed my head. Smiling wholeheartedly, I nestled closer to his chest and closed my eyes.

At that instant, every thought evaporated. Vamoose. I allowed them to let go of me. And they gladly obliged. Leaving me in zwodder. And once again, I was forced to face reality. I hated such shits. I hated it when I had to undergo the oppression of so-called "reality checks."

I couldn't lose him. Not at any cost. It wasn't even an option. He was an addiction to which I was addicted. And even if he was a poison for me, I wouldn't even think twice before tasting his essence. Either way, I would always come back to him. To my querencia. At the end of the day, my abode was within his arms. The territory I marked as mine. Where I was the queen.

Just like that, we stayed there for hours and hours, relishing in each other's aeipathic and quiescent presence till the sun painted the sky in different shades of holy incandescent red.

For not even the moon knew

What transpired within the curtains of shame

For he showed my soul,

The wrath of hell

And body,

The pleasure of heaven.