Zeal for Romance

Romance is in the air as love is, and by far there is no other best time to celebrate a lovers’ day but on Valentine’s Day. So many hocus-pocus has been associated with this universal (if I should say) annual occasion and a lot of inquiries and exploration has been done just so to make this day a truly memorable one for every couple’s life or perhaps I should say existence. One of such would be the ideality of spending a dreamy evening together somewhere else where all your thoughts and worries drift away to make way for the night you could only hope to dream of. All these would naturally lead to more questions and more speculations of how an ideal lover’s night should go about.

When asked about my ideal romantic physical pursuits with my lover, what would always come to mind would be a room lit with various scented aromatic candles, a four-post bed draped with fully white silken material, soft cottony-covered white pillows and silky-smooth sheets that cover the entire bed up to the floor. Dressed in pale linen robes barely covering our bodies, my lover and I would simply sit at each other’s front, gently caressing each other, touching every inch of each other’s skin and feeling the warmth of every touch, memorizing the lines on each other’s face, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes. Nothing but the thin piece of clothing to separate our bodies and the flickering ignition of molecular matter that makes a boundary between two fleshes dying to take part of each other’s sweetness and entirety.

Each moment would be a lovely one as we carefully chant a line or two from our favored pieces of literature regardless of the genre, be it a song, a poem, a line from a novel, a favorite adage, or just about anything that our heart would dictate our minds to say, while graciously enjoying the pleasurable sensation of the other’s touch and the enchanting union of our lips in a kiss that’s ravishingly insatiable.

The dampness of his lips as they eagerly meet with mine causes an unconscious tremble into my deepest nerves and sends shivers down my spine. The warmth of his embrace wrapped around my quivering body assures me that nothing can go wrong, nothing at all, not this time, not ever. The inquisitiveness of his probing tongue that searches for mine carefully exploring every inch of my mouth makes me want to die out of the enjoyable contentment I am experiencing. The more that I flee, the more that he prods and the more I would want to give in. And I’m sure I could now rest and die at this instant!

The incomparable strangeness and much wanting I see when I look into his smoldering, piercing eyes makes me want to satisfy him even more in his craving and humble desire to make him a part of me and I a part of him in that euphoric state of eternal bliss and ecstasy. Such ardor and heat could melt my bronze skin to the core. Nothing else matters but him and me in that dimly lit room where fiery heat was intensified and gratified. Oh, much madness to this divine act! Much lunacy for this unquenchable thirst for passion and zeal!

All the wealth of the earth can never compare to such joy and delight I feel when he’s around. Every moment seemed wildly euphoric. Every deed filled with so much happiness and satisfaction. Every action made out of nothing but pure love, not by quest for carnal contentment. That’s the true essence of an untainted romance that magically drives people bizarre. That’s what makes love so outrageously peculiar and odd, not a very single soul could entirely comprehend it.

Fallen Angel