Little Romance

‚I’m catching you! I can handle you!‘
– She said nothing…
and yet everything about her seemed to make my exclamation ridiculous.

‚You’ll see! The world will lie at our feet!‘
A gleam of light suddenly awakened a shadow on her, a
Shadow, which made me believe, that she blatantly grins me in the face.
Blank scorn struck me.

I grabbed her tighter, pulled her closer to me.
– She did not resist. She just fiercely glared at me.

This was another one of her rotten tricks.
‚We both know how this ends‘, she seemed to whisper.
Every millimeter of her bare body seemed to say so.

‚Not this time! Not with me!‘
I desperately fought back against the power,
that emanated from her, inhuman.

I took a deep breath.
She still lied motionless in my arms.
Somehow a creeping coldness emanated from her.
This time she would do what I asked from her.

I nestled her against me,
letting her feel my fevered heart.
‚I love her‘, it flashed through me again.
‚She and no other.‘
Even if she understands me so little.
Yet more, than any other.

I clasped her neck, pursed my lips.
My breath flickered.
– She did not seem to breathe.

‚I have waited so long for this moment, my love.‘
I took another deep breath.
Then I slowly moved my lips to her.
As we touched each other, I almost felt like being struck by a lightning.

She seemed to feel nothing of the sort.
She didn’t seem to notice my arousal.
I erupted in fervent lust for her.
– She didn’t seem to care.

Slowly, very slowly and infinitely gentle
I began to breathe my hot breath into her.
And while the breath of my body flooded her,
she seemed to come to life for the first time that night.

When my hands glided very carefully, tenderly
and playfully over her body,
suddenly a gentle, delicate and
beautiful melody sounded,
very softly.

I stood up, pulling her with me.
Still clutching her,
but now she willingly complied with my lovemaking.
We swayed our bodies slowly in the shimmer of the mesmerizing music.
My lips still clung to her.

I had captured her and had elicited what she could give, the meaning of her existence.

Hot and fluttering I felt her flowing breath on my hands.
The music sounded enchanting.
The world was at our feet.
Both to me and my saxophone.