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Of beauty and lust

Annelise

"You are beautiful. Your eyes remind me of deep, tranquil pools in the cool shadows of a forest."

I couldn't help myself. I just had to tell him.

It was on a night out with some lady friends that I noticed him. Most of us are married and out of the market, so to speak. I usually don't even notice possible passes from men anymore. Married life dulls ones' receptors. I don't look and am not looked at anymore. That's what I thought.

We went to a pub where someone was performing, and he was sitting at a table near the stage. He didn't watch the performer, but rather the crowd watching the performer. He sat looking at all the people singing and shouting and dancing on the tables with an almost detached look on his face. He wasn't handsome or striking. My friends didn't even notice him. But I did. I couldn't stop noticing him. He had heavy eyelids that made him look lethargic. Bedroom eyes. He had longish, dishevelled blonde hair and a lean body. He had a lazy, almost distant smile as he watched the commotion around him. He was the calm eye of the storm. I guess it was his aura or the way he held his body, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I imagined him touching me. I imagined those eyes on my body. I felt my body blush all over.

I wanted him.

Somewhere during the evening we passed each other in the throng and our eyes met by chance - for a nanosecond. I thought I would drown in his eyes but he gave no sign of even noticing me.

As the witching hour approached, I knew I had to leave. But I couldn't just walk away. I had to tell him somehow about the influence he had on me. I didn't think about the consequences of telling him or how he might react. I actually didn't expect him to react at all. It was like a physical weight I had to get off me. I just had to tell him.

So I wrote it on a napkin. "You are beautiful. Your eyes remind me of deep, tranquil pools in the cool shadows of a forest."

I took my jacket and my bag. I saw him standing near the door. I bade goodbye to my friends, who knew nothing of the turmoil inside me. Then I walked up to him, looked into those amazing eyes and gave him the note. While he stood there in astonishment, I turned on jelly legs and walked out as fast as I could.

I didn't look back while walking to my car, which stood around the corner, berating myself for making such a fool of myself, and for feeling like a schoolgirl while doing it.

I was just about to open the door of the car when a hand shot out over my shoulder to keep me from opening it. As I turned around alarmed, I saw that it was him. He was only inches from me, smiling that lazy smile and looking at me with those incredible eyes.

The heat started in the pit of my stomach and spread north and south throughout my body. He didn't say a word and my mind stopped working altogether. As he brought his lips to mine, I was ready to implode. His kiss was long and soft and hot and deep. His hands were firm and sure and warm and maddening. His body was strong and wonderful and lustful and passionate.

He took my reason and my body against and later inside the car. We didn't speak. We just felt. We lived the moment. We lived our bodies, we lived our lust.

When at last he kissed me the final time, he looked at me and said, "I noticed you the moment you walked through the door; you are beautiful too."

Then he turned and walked away.



LitNet: 09 February 2005

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