There was a time in my life where I thought that scent plays no role after all everyone wakes up each day, takes bath and wear on the classiest perfume but the day I met Jane, I was flabbergasted. Each day she had that distinct smell of her; something I never felt before.
The memories of our first date are still premiering as the finest movie of the year. Each day I revisit it with a bag full of popcorn to find something new but it's just perfect. No matter how I look it, each scene is a cinematography guru on its own.
For ages; I have always wondered would I be ever inflicted by this magic of romance that the world crave but the moment I met her, honestly I was spellbound. No matter what I did and what logic I ran, I could escape.
It started out simply, me holding her hands and letting her warmth quench the cold within me. But as I felt that warmth protruding within me; I felt it wasn't just something ordinary it has something more to it. It was as if, the sun just doesn't want the earth to feel its heat but rather enlighten herself with it. From top to bottom, the sun wants the earth to be filled with its color.
I too wanted the light of her body to embark upon me, slowly from bottom to top and from knees to naval I moved while moving I made sure I smelled the aura that surrounds her. I made sure that the aura she has not only made me know her deep within me but I made sure its mark stays painted in the canvas of my memory for eternity.
By now, I had no clue of where I was? How I reached where I was? What's going to happen next, it was as if I was lost somewhere in her. I wanted the time to pause and for me to keep laying on her for as long as it's going to be an eternity. It was her scent, may be foul or maybe musk; I can't pinpoint. For some, it may be foul but for me it was musk may be something beyond; something heavenly maybe even more heavenly than the finest of nard. It was that smell of hers that kept me pulling in deeper.
It was not just that I was mesmerized by her, it felt as if it was mutual, the way I smelled her; it appears she too smelled me the same, though for my nostril I was nothing but raw meat maybe she felled me something I couldn't to myself.
It wasn't for long till we let our clothes be between us. Soon I found my raw meaty smelled body lying on top of the source of musk mesmerizing me by every inch. It was a flow of current between us, I saw her inflamed and felt a flame within me. Her hands that were once touching my face now slithered down to my back. Each and every path they took ended up spiking my skin with a flow of electron until she pulled me on to her and let me be into her.
I slid my hands down her back, all along her spine, rutted with bone-like mud ridges in a dry field, to the audacious swell below. My finger was inside her, my thumb circling, and she spilled like grain from a bucket. I was panting, still running my race. She laughed at the incongruous size of me, sticking to my stomach and escaping from the springing hair below. All the while, we stifled our noise and whispered like a church congregation during the sermon. I pinched her lips when I yelped, she shoves her fingers in my mouth when I opened it to howl. ‘Jane,” said I, stopping and looking down at her. I am pinned like wet washing with her peg. ‘Till now, I thought the sweetest smell of all was of musk. But this! This is better.’ I swayed and we listened to the soft suck at the exact place we met. Then I moved and put all other worldly thoughts away, it was as if I knew where am I headed. My nostrils couldn’t smell anything but her and my eyes couldn’t focus on anything but her. Ideally, it's said that it doesn’t take long for making love but the world I was in; it took me more than hours to crumble back to reality.
The sun’s rays soon dazzled our eyes, the crowing of rooster soon vibrated our ears drums and not long the alarm in cell phone lying down somewhere on the ground, as if it knew that the lover’s heat would’ve burned it had it stayed on the bed we were on, rang. I never wanted to move but the rituals demanded that. As I dropped down myself from the bed, I gave her another look, I was trying to search for the source of that scent that kept me woke all night yet let me felt in the morning as if I had the best sleep ever.
As I stepped down to redress myself for the morning to leave I saw her again, this time it was different, it was as if she had questions within her eyes. I moved, sat down near her, brought my face near to hers and there in a jiffy I took my lips near to her lips; they soon synchronized with each other and the next instance I had my tongue touching hers. The very next moment, after nibbling on her lips, I sat down on my knees and said, “Will you marry me?”
As my lips completed the sentence and as the sounds waves perpetuate making her ears to vibrate, I saw a tear, that pathed down from the end of her right eye’s iris to her right cheek. It then waved it’s way to her lips and dropped on the bed. This was followed by another and then another but her lips had a whole different story to tell. The curve on her lips downside-up depicted as if they were smiling. It was at that instance I brought her near to me and patted her. I could once again feel the spark between ourselves, maybe it was due to us being still raw or maybe it just our destiny. It’s hard to tell.
Soon, it was that we were to tie the knots in presence of God’s men taking an oath upon God’s book to ensure the knot lasts for an eternity. There was that moon surrounded with all the cupids, the sky fell upon us staging for two planets to be one but I wasn’t there. I was locked in a room with my own envious Hela, the Greek Goddess. Here she’s called Jessica. It started with her from being the bridesmaid to be envious about the bride’s love. I could still distinctly remember she pulling me away and locking me up with her in the room meant for the consummation of my marriage with musk scented Jane.
She didn’t waste a lot of her time and stripped herself right in front of me. She pushed me on the bed just to be on top of me. She tried her best to make sure I get engulfed in her magic and let me be in her but I don’t know what, I couldn’t. It’s not like that I am a pious male, it’s just that I couldn’t smell anything different in her. It wasn’t the musk I infused within me the night I was with Jane. Tries after tries yet there wasn’t even a single moment she could say, she achieved her triumph. It’s not that she wasn’t beautiful, to many she’d appear even prettier than Jane but I wasn’t after her bosom-ic beauty I was after the smell; which no matter what I cannot get from her.
I pulled myself away from her, made myself to the source of the smell, Jane. Jane did have questions in her eyes but when I committed in front of God that it’s Jane that I’d be with all my life and even the life after an eternity, she had that tear of joy in her. I wouldn’t say what I did was right, I was selfish even back then because I knew I don’t want to live my life with an artificial scent romance when I have the option to be with musk for the rest of my life.
great expression
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