Like Droplets We Fall

Part One : Water Lily, Water Lily, What Have You Done?

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I could feel his hot breathe on me. Nipping his way down my stomach. His teeth grazing my bare flesh, making me moan. Making me vulnerable. My fingers reach for the satin sheets and I tug at them. I pull hard. He kisses me, trailing down, down, down .He's almost there. Each nip relentlessly teasing, building. My skin felt alive. Thats how it was with him. He made every pore flourish. Every strand of hair stood on edge. I could feel his stubble brush across my bare skin, tickling me. I felt his beautiful, long -fingered hands trail up my chest, cupping my breats. I gasp and let out a shaky breath. He stops and looks into my eyes. A sly smile curls its way between his pink, throbbing lips. He lets out a deep, husky chuckle and my body responds positively. Shit. I hear the unwrapping of sonething & I look at him, how do i tell him?. How do I tell him I broke one of the ultimate things we promised each other. When we started this it was purely to escape. To take away the pain. And for once, just once he took my numbness away. Took the thought of her away. My sister. The car. The crash. He took all away. He removed the mist of her face from my mind. Being with him was like learning to fly. It was scary and exciting at the same time. When our fingers locked as he continued to kiss every ember within me, I couldn't help but want him more. And now, now I did the unthinkable. The forbidden. I love him. When we started this, it was the first thing he said we should avoid. Avoid becoming victims of the monster that is love. But I want to love his monster. Kiss his demons & fight his battles. I still remember that day when I first walked into his photo studio. This was after her death. She had always wanted me to pursue my dreams. To fly and reach for them. I remember the look on his face when he first saw me. He sucked in a sharp breath and his pupils dialated. I remember floating within his silver grey eyes as they calculated me interestingly. He captured me in such a way that Aphrodite stood no chance . He clicked pictures of me laughing, smiling, thinking. Frame after frame after frame. It was the first time I laughed. First time I let the walls down. Just for one. selfish. moment. Just to swim away in his eyes. I didnt know then it would lead to a weekly fuck in his bed. He made me feel like a water lily. Floating. Moving. Dancing . Wet. Oh so very wet. And when he looks at me, I swear he undresses me with his eyes. I didnt know it would lead to this. Lead to my heart falling into his pond. Oh little water lily what have you done?. Deep within the forest of my heart, I wondered if he felt the same. Did he feel that blue spark within him too?. No. He made it strictly clear this was just sex. Then why call me at 3am for sex. Why text me? Haunt me?. It must mean something for him. As he continues to fill me relentlessly, i catch the tiniest silhouette of a tear escape my eye. For him. For making me love him for all that he is. For all the photos, the paintings : all of me. But why? For what reason?. I dig my nails into his tense back muscles as he heats me up. I moan under his weight. This is what I lived for. The thrill of him. The feel of him. Every inch of him. And I knew, I knew I could have every inch of him. Except his heart. The heart that I craved for. Still craving for. He was the thorn my flesh loved getting pricked on. Time after time after time. His calves tensed as his torso moved in deeper. I let a loud moan escape my lips. Sweat dripped down his back and I wrapped my legs tighter. Before she met him her body was a graveyard. Cold. Dead. But he built something within her. Something far more stronger than sex. He build the pillars of her heart. He build a bridge of hope. His smile made her heart flip. His voice. His eyes. His lips. Every cell within her ignited. That day when she lazed in his shirt they began flicking paint at each other. That was the happiest moment of her life. That was the first time light claimed her heart. Like a snake, it had shed a new skin. Reborn. He painted her heart with the primary colour of love. And she couldn't tell him. It could never escape her thoughts. What if she lost him? What if he walked out of her life?. Who would love a cold girl. Cold girl, numb girl oh what have you done?. He emptied inside her, pulling the electric friction between them away. Dead girl, cold girl. Stupid girl, love girl. Dont love the monster for he may never sew your heart with his talons. As he pulled out, her cheeks were welcomed by hot tears. Water lily, water lily, oh, what have you done?

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Hey guys! So I have started this new story. I'll admit its seriously different from what I usually write. However, you may still see the "essenceness" in my writing. Please check out "What We Were" & "These Petals You've Left" if you haven't! Please comment, vote & share! Love you all :)