immortal

here we are, she says. a violent urge roars through me and vanishes as she touches my hand. come with me.

we utter nothing so i listen to the soft music of her breath as we enter the room. everything is dark; even the window shades are tightly shut. for a moment the sickly yellow hall-light illuminates us in paired silhouette against the gleaming floorboards. then she nudges me inside, and closes the door, and everything is nothing but sound, and warmth, and the thrills of my own body.

somehow sound is amplified here. beyond my own thrushing heartbeat i can hear my breathing, then hers, then her foreign heartbeat tapping a modulation of my own. only our fingers rest lightly on our skin: my fingers on her collarbone, the tips of hers at my waist. she exhales silently, and i feel it against my throat before she leans in and kisses me perfectly in the darkness.

and then her fingers edge upwards, excruciating in their delicacy. i remain motionless, trapped in my own desire and helplessness. there is a soft series of snicks, and my shirt hangs open: she lays her palm flat against my belly, igniting fire and water and earth and sky, and suddenly i can see her, suspended with me in a void, and the floor disappears. we are floating. we are floating, and she trails her hands over my breasts, shivering nipples straining at attention. her breathing falls thicker on my throat. she watches me through all of this, and i cannot look down at her movements; instead i am drowning in her black, black eyes, i am drowning in this void full of fire and water and earth and sky and desire, oh the desire. the muscles of my calves and lower back tighten, i tremble and a tight wetness spreads at the cleft between my thighs.

still we have not voiced sounds, but her flashing eyes challenge me to silence and my jaw clenches with the burning pulse inside me. she eases her full mouth into a smile, lowers herself and sucks a nipple into her mouth. there is roaring in my ears, there is need, her hot breath matches mine and i clutch her shoulders, her fingers working the clasp of my pants, they fall from my skin, i step from them against her, pressing, the unfamiliar texture of her clothing rasps against my need and i tear it from her, dig my fingers into the soft brush of her hair. all the while her hands have not stopped moving, teasing, tickling me until i nearly despair of her, of my need for her, and i almost rage forward to take her when she pulls my hands behind me and slides her thigh between mine. my clit twitches and i can hear nothing but white noise: holding my wrists back with a soft, fragile hand, she slides the other down my belly to the top of the cleft and presses there lightly three times. my breath charges from me, and she moves lower: her tongue darts snakelike, a burning brand, against the top of the cleft, slipping it open, and then her mouth is against me, suckling and pulling at my sanity as her fingers press their way inside. pressure builds in my head, i must cling to something...i clench my hands so as not to thrust her face inside me. the exquisite torture of her tongue teasing in league with her fingers barely entering me drives me mad, and i arch into her. i feel her smile before she engulfs me with her mouth, thrusting deep with her fingers until i can see nothing but darkness and bursts of stars while my mind disintegrates in a flash of sparks and lightning, scented of smoke and musk and desire.

later when i see her again she is a perfect stranger, her dulled, dark-ringed eyes staring through me, shadowed by hood and unkempt hair. i pass her in the street, wondering, yet driven away by her lacklustre response to the life passing before her eyes. the last i hear she has been sucked into the nightlife of drugs, and then disappeared.

still, she stays immortal in my mind, and beautiful. a goddess.