stories to tell

 The sea was bright blue and brought a brisk and cooling breeze. We were up on a hill overlooking the town and the vineyards that surrounded it. The sun shone splendidly and created gilded stripes in between the waves. It was around noon and before taking out the picnic blanket I looked at her to see if she was enjoying the view. I couldn’t be more enchanted. In the sun her eyes were a deeper blue than any ocean or sea I had ever seen. Sapphires were dull and boring next to her. Her lips were rosy and pretty and in a half smile that made me float in the air. I reached my hand to hold hers but I missed the mark and suddenly I was holding her hip. The curves of her body, she was a goddess incarnate. I prayed for Aphrodite to be elsewhere or else she’d be jealous.  We ate our sandwiches and laid on the blanket looking at the few clouds. i put my hands under my head and she nestled next to me. She looked at me and kissed me. At first softly. Then she crossed a leg over my waist and without

 Every kiss was sweeter than the previous one. Her lips felt like the softest fabric ever imagined. The wetness of her lower lip as it parted was an embrace to happiness and flowers bloomed in my heart. From the first time I saw her freezing in that train platform I knew she’d kill me. Either from love or heartbreak. She was so skinny, when she put on my scarf her tiny shirt lifted and I could see her hip bones. God I wanted to get on my knees and worship her waist! But now we are here, on a bridge over the rhine and alone. Feeling grateful that we found each other, saying our good byes, and suddenly I held her hand and pulled her closer to me. It was so smooth I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I saw her big eyes, forest green in this dusk light, dart from my lips to my eyes and I kissed her. Then all passion broke loose.  I felt love. It was warm, it was sudden, it was scary. We couldn’t part like this. Her hands wrapped around my neck and I held her even closer. I felt her body. Her

 Karma police. That’s who followed her to Europe. She was not supposed to submit an abstract to this conference. Not when Mark had been working for 5 years at the company and had never traveled before. Not when she only had 6 months in and barely knew anyone. But he had called her science shoddy. Fuck him. It’s not her fault they deemed her hastily made experiment much better than his. She was given a presentation and travel award while that prick didn’t even get in. It was underhanded, the way she went about it, but after all the comments about women in engineering he deserves to be stuck where he is.  Nevertheless karma is a bitch who doesn’t care about fuckwads getting what they deserve. As she was getting off the train in that tiny French village she noticed her luggage being dragged on by a tiny blond haired teenager. It took Ana five seconds to realize she was being robbed. “Wait!!! help! stop that kid!” She ran after her but she was agile as hell and jumped across the tracks to

 Rolling verdant hills adorn the brilliance of you eyes but my mind today wonders to your mouth and those crimson lips in your pale face.  A passionate kiss, a lustful embrace.  My hands move down from your neck onto your shoulders  And as I lovingly move down i hold on to the tiny straps of your old tank top.  The mountains become smoky with early morning fog and we kiss in that empty train cabin.  Your breasts exposed and at attention. Like beautiful pink soldiers waiting to be kissed and teased and adored.  The train speeds and so do we. The clicking noise disappears and your moans are the only music in my ears.  My hands hold on to your waist but a powerful gravitational force pulls them down; soon your traveling comfy pants are comfortably by your ankles.  A long bridge ahead of us and an emerald river below us remind me of your eyes   But I can only see that beautiful mound of pleasure between your legs.   I kiss you and your music gets louder and faster. I feel like we are one.

 Holding her hand warmed my chest  And I smiled so wholeheartedly I knew what love was again.  Her skin was soft and mine rough  I was afraid but she nestled her fine long fingers deeper in my hand.  I wanted to stop time and live forever in that moment.  Romance, love, deep sighs at night and when she wasn’t looking. I heard her sigh and I felt a kindred deep and true.  A thousand sunsets couldn’t color my life more than her hand in mine. “The clouds…” she said. “The clouds are what makes a sunset colorful”  Did I speak my thoughts out loud? “You are my clouds”.  And you are my sun. 

 “You know how the ocean looks when the sun is low and everything turns to gold? The waves are soft and long. There are glimmers of orange and red and yellow and sometimes that dark green pokes through? That’s her hair.”  He stared mindlessly into the horizon remembering how she smiled at his last dumb joke. “God I wish I could drown in her!”