It was getting late. One last thing and she’d be out. Starts to hurriedly search for a number she knew was somewhere in the archives. Scans quick. A familiar name from the past. The cursor hesitates. The heart wins over and all reason fades through the letters. A knot in her throat. Eyes shut quickly, a feeble attempt to stop the racing of her pulse. A soft face pries through slit eyes.

Relenting, she plunges into familiar terrain. A luxury she indulged in now knowing time didn’t matter. The relic from the past was in no rush to be dispensed off hurriedly. Stifling shyness with a rapidly beating heart she narrows her gaze onto him.

Brown tee with sleeves rolled up to show his lean forearm. Long bony fingers clasping a blue blackberry. A forefinger that would caress her lips. “Have I told you how kissable your lips are?” Scores of little touches, tips on fire as she’d imagined them.

The jugular vein branding across a smooth neck. May I kiss you there, she’d asked once. A gentle nibble on the adam’s apple. A scent soaring to dizzying heights she was sure of.

Rounded chin, smooth and clean shaven paving into a small contoured nose. No 5 o clock shadow? She smiles as a conversation floats in on the contents of his drawer. That’s why!

Intent hazel eyes smile back through the lens, at her. An excitement brimming with happiness, flirting with acceptance and desire. Care and tenderness jostling for equal spots. Playing peek-a-boo with her own. Eyes that had roved over her wanton self. Creamy. Smooth. Teeth on skin. A sigh filled with passion and longing.

Lips. Full and pink. Quite unlike any she’d seen in a while. The hint of a smile waiting at the slight upturned corners, one he’d denied her despite many pleas. “I smile with my eyes” he’d replied haughtily once.

Her eyes gazed further on, touching. With a rush of emotions avalanching, she sped along his moles, the hollow of the collar bone, the soft hair on his wide chest. The strength of his muscles underneath his arms, the rhythmic drip in his veins. The heat in his palms matching the ripple of his voice.

Like various bodies of water, from the smooth gentle stream through the fierceness of a waterfall, and the finality of a vortex, she let herself go. Drowning in the past, savoring the nostalgia, she smiled and laughed, until she tasted salt. Sitting up straight, she focused again. The mirth had vanished. Eyes that said it all yet hid behind fear. Frustrating screen ahead quite like a myopic without glasses. Lips that spoke tired harsh words. Pride.

Lips curve in contempt, the fingers snarled at her throat, and the eyes looked back at her with disdain. She recoils with the intensity of it. Hatred.

As she shut 1607_003, she murmurs aloud to no one in particular “Hate is still a feeling, no?”

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29 replies on “muse”
  1. says: bApHoMEt

    Hey Rads, I’m speechless. But I felt I must comment. Remember all those times I told you how you always shy away from erotica?

    Hee hee. Well, this proves me wrong. I had goosebumps.

  2. says: rads

    UTP: Thank you, but am far from it πŸ™‚

    Sirop: Thanks! πŸ™‚

    Praveen: You’re kidding me right about the book! :O

    Baph: Absolutely honored and thrilled – coming from you πŸ™‚

  3. says: mayG

    I agree with everybody else here… start writing professionally.. how about short stories to begin with if the whole idea of publishing books sounds too intimidating πŸ™‚

    hey rads will be looking forward to more interesting stuff – happy writing!

  4. You are truly multi-faceted. That was passionate!

    Personally, I always dream of being teleported to an universe where super-sex-symbol men are the ones who have a rounded and smooth double chin paving into a round and bulbous nose, sunken chest, a manful beer belly and the most spindly, delicate legs. The women of course all look like Angelina Jolie.

    Ah, well, c’est la vie! But you should take time off and convert those writing skills into dollars via the print medium, and continue blogging from a yacht in the Mediterranean.

  5. says: rads

    WTaurus: lol πŸ™‚

    Praveen: Thanks for the faith, but really, seriously, I don’t think I qualify πŸ™‚

    Naren: Thanks! πŸ™‚
    LOL@description. But really, I did’nt dwell an Adonis did I? The “he” could very well have a belly and could be bald. See, I stayed clear of those 2 features πŸ˜›

    Yacht in the mediterranean sounds extremely tempting, even in dreams.

    MayG: Very kind of you. πŸ™‚
    For now, this is fun. Hope the tempo stays. πŸ™‚

  6. The big grouse that us non-Adonis types have over the Brad Pitts of this world is that in order to win the hearts of the Angelina Jolies of this world we have to save golden haired children from run-away horses or at least do the dishes when the maid is playing hookey while Brad just has to stand in a corner and bat his eyelashes. Aint no justice in this world, if you ask me. Off topic, of course, but what better place to fret than on Rads’ blog. Cheers!

  7. says: rads

    Naren: lol, now you make me feel like an agony aunt πŸ˜›
    Let’s not talk about justice in the world. That would call for a separate post – no, a whole blog in fact! πŸ™‚

    GDS: LOL, no no, absolutely happy! Thanks! πŸ™‚

    tdna: Thank you. πŸ™‚

    Silvara: πŸ˜€

  8. says: guruprasad

    and some days the words weave a magic of their own bidding… and then on some other days they won’t respond to my heartless flogging!

    this left enough to the reader’s imagination. and that’s the trick in being erotic vs. an exhibitionist πŸ˜›

    second life interaction?

  9. says: deitaDi

    baanchan.. bouncer-lu paDDai.. oka aidaaru saarlu sadivitene gaani poora artham kaale.. samjhainaanka, lolli lolli! maa dostaana bhaashala cheppaalnanTe – kEka, kevvu, kaik!

    anta manchigane undi gani aa blackberry endi bhai.. cheap ga.. edo oka windows mobile peTTocchu kada.. hmpfh!

  10. says: rads

    Guru: lol. I don’t think that was the intent while I wrote it, but don’t mind at all. πŸ™‚

    deitaDi: LOL. I actually did debate on that gadget a bit. Palm vs Blackberry, and then the latter won. Windows mobile wasn’t even in consideration. It might next time around, if I get to play with it πŸ˜›

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