Aroma of Passion

A Butterfly Straying in My Soul

We sit together, my baby and I, on the bed of peace and pleasure; I look at the wedding ring around my finger, the same as hers; we are married in a way; marriage after all is not a ceremony with insidious guests; marriage is engagement; marriage is a choice and a responsibility. My heart is engaged to her heart; my heart has chosen her; my heart has the responsibility to keep those dear feelings safe deep inside, and I love her. She moves smoothly, then she leans on the bed; she asks me to close the window; I stare at her and hear what she could not hear; my heart was speaking to me, only to me and she could not hear:
“Do not close the window; let it open for the one you love; let it open for her; let her slip with the cool air inside of you. Stay open to her; never shut the window for the winds of passion are blowing and blowing and coming towards you; everyday, you love her more; she might not know that everyday your fires are glowing more and more. Never tell her of your passion and always keep the window open, open for her secrets to come in, open for her woes, open for her lies, open for her pain, open for her mistakes, open for her smiles, open for her bliss, open for her madness, open for her desires, open for her innocence, open for her jealousy. Just keep the window open; keep yourself open and absorb the whole of her.

“Do not close the window; never fear the passion she is stirring in you; the more you love her, and the more you suffer, the more you feel alive; let her roam inside your soul, blend with your thoughts and merge with your feelings. Let her fly in the heavens of your imagination like a butterfly; let her have a rest in the best roses inside you; show her the gardens of love and affection; make her smell the sweet tempting aroma of your desires. Let her in and keep the window open; keep your heart open for her fires and blazes, sweet fires, sweet blazes that never burn, that never hurt in the frostiness of this world; let her in, with her best and with her worst; her best makes up her beauty; her worst makes up her charm. Just keep the window open; keep yourself open and absorb the whole of her.

Do not shut yourself; I know that you hate shadows and darkness and your lady is light, so let her in; let her rise in you like an everlasting sun that never sets and never fades; let her be the daylight in your morns and in your nights. Love never kills; love heals; love slays hollowness and solitude; love never dies; it keeps on living inside and resurrecting in us what life murdered a long time ago. Do not close the window; she is breeze sweeping the dust in the forgotten corners of your soul; she is breeze kissing the whole cosmos of your essence, tender kisses of affection that neither time nor life can expunge. Let her in; open up your heart for her; love her more for you will never know the meaning of to love without her; open your soul; let her walk in with all her weapons and armies; weapons of love, armies of desire. Just keep the window open; keep yourself open and absorb the whole of her.

Do not close yourself; stay open and let her in; she is seas, mountains, deserts and plains; she is the world and all what you can see, feel and smell; she is the universe and you are bulky enough to host her in. Today, she is a guest, so greet her with the best; maybe tomorrow she will opt for staying in you; maybe tomorrow she will become a resident, a sweet resident of your heart. Let her in; never listen to what they say for nothing can hinder true love, a love that hurts to heal and heals to hurt; nothing can take her away, if true she remains and true you stay. Let her in, do not drown with her in the oceans of nostalgia and agony; bliss is at no cost, if true she remains and true you stay. Just keep the window open; keep yourself open and absorb the whole of her.
And if you want to satisfy her request; close the window; let down the curtains; switch off the lights and open your body for her; make her melt in you. Let the ice warm up alongside your burning flesh; hold her tight as if you want to drag her in; kiss her lips; taste her; deep, taste her soul; she is so delicious, tasteful and fine. Close the window; switch off the lights; search for her eyes in the darkness; stare at her and whisper the sweetest words to her ears; touch her skin, soft as silk; fool around like a child; lick her neck and suck her breasts. Let your hands go deeper and deeper; let your body blend with her desires; switch off the lights and switch on the passion; burn with her, loose breath till volcanoes erupt, and satisfaction comes. Just keep the window closed; keep the curtains down and absorb the whole of her.

-Faithinlove-