And I watched my chocolate girl swaying her body across the room. Chocolate hair, chocolate skin, chocolate deep eyes... and a sweet voice that's singing one of my favourite songs. "She's not one of us" I dare to whisper to my consciense, although I know it won't listen to me... just because it has its own ways.
"How many times have I told you not to play with people's sight?" I say to her in a soft and rather appealing voice.
"Many times" she answers me in a small, shivering voice, soft as a petal and light as a bird's joyful song in the full summer season.
"Then why do you still do it?" I ask her a little bit more serious this time, even if I know very well that the only thing she'll do is sweep across the floor a little more, with her light-sounded paces. Oh God, I can't even hear her steps clearly. They're like soft background music in a wild scene of fighting panters.
"Because I know they like it, all of them... It's like romantic poetry to me...written by a poet that's never been in love - both soft and gentle and deep.. but shallow at the same time, unable to express those feelings as he has never met them. I felt pretty often that I should stop, but their awed gaspings make me chuckle... a thing that rarely happens to me." She tosses her silk hair back and forth to massage her naked back while she sighs in recent.
"It's true, you're not much of a laugher... but you do smile an amazing smile. You should be very grateful for that." I take another sip from the black cup that holds my tea. Tea helps me think clear, it relaxes me as well. I sigh in the slightest pain... her pain - the one that wore off a long time ago anyway.
"Yes... but what is life without laughter? What is eternity without you? How can I be grateful for something I didn't wish of? I always wanted to laugh as healty as you do... but all I get from myself is a poor chuckle. Funny, isn't it?..."
"What...?"
"That the reasons why we were born are unknow to us... and the reason why I'll be still young when you'll be passing away ...are cruel as a man executed slowly...painfully..."
"Why do you speak to me of such things?... Why do you think such things? Enjoy the moment, it's the only sure thing we have." Desperation was starting to take over me as I considered what she had just said. I didn't want to remember... I didn't want to know. I just wanted her, for as long as I could...for as long as we could...
She faced me, her eyes staring, her face blank. Even if her skin was coloured and her body was smooth-lined, she now became hard as a rock, her skin turned white, her lips curled into a crooked smile... then she approached me...
I smiled at her - a forced smile - not willing to give in to my real feelings. I knew she couldn't do that, she changed her skin color every time she felt something new. She could pe brown as the coffee's colour when you poured milk in it, or white as paper or as snow, anyway both as sharp-edged and frosty-looking...and feeling.
I knew then that despair had tooken over her too... I knew she wanted me forever from the way she was approaching me, with sharp, but at the same time liquid moves, possesion and desire burning in her now water-clear green eyes. Her lips uncurled, her hands reached out, her neck touched mine and, for a moment, we were the Alfa and the Omega reunited, the Beggining and the End forming an unseparable circle. She bent her head back in an abandoning kind of move... and I pressed my lips to hers, letting my flow of energy take over her body while her flow of stillness took over mine.
We were reunited... at last....
The burning fire of my lips melted my white chocolate beauty... leaving me with the smooth linger of her lips on mine...
I was brought to reality by my mp3 who was playing that same song that the girl in my dreams used to mumble... the bliss chime...
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