He rolled on her delicate, velvety skin. The soft, sensuous pink colour aroused him. But he didn’t indulge himself. In a moment of bodily rendezvous, the soulful meeting would be lost. The longing to be with her would be washed out, once the ecstasy was fulfilled. He wished to stay afloat on her feathery body. The world called her a fake beauty, a bloom without fragrance, and a bud with only bombastic charm.
He could smell her honesty. Her will to beautify others’ life. Her purpose was to sit in a corner, looking quiet and delicate, after she was handed over from shaky, nervous hands to firm, accepting ones. She wouldn’t be remembered the next day, but he would continue to love her, even when evaporating in the sky. From the clouds, he would gaze at her swinging in the wind and dancing with the breeze. He would pray for cold winter mornings when the heavens would drop him onto her.
But for now, he didn’t wish to be on the surface. He slid down her slippery body and found himself enveloped in her arms. Ahaaa…can anything get better than this, he smiled. He shone a little brighter in her dark confines. Her vacuum glowed in his love. It wasn’t a vacuum anymore. She blushed deep red. From pink to red, her demeanour changed.
‘This is for you, my sweetheart!’ Adrian gifted the red rose to Sharon.
‘Hey, look at this lovely little thing!’
Sharon showed Adrian the silvery dewdrop that had nestled among the petals of the rose. It was now the dewdrop’s turn to blush red.
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