Peculiarity Of A Different Sort

Beyond This World

I had never had anything quite like her, I had been wanted but never so entirely and so truly. She laid on top of me. My lips quivered as I asked, "are you sure that this is what you want?"

Her voice was frail, barely a whisper, "yes."

She lifted her body into a seated position, her palms pressed against my hips. She parted her beautiful pink lips, "are you?"

My thoughts raced and she could hearing everyone of them begging, aching for her. "Alice," I choked, "please."

She chuckled softly. "So, I should kiss you?"

My heart leaped. My head raced and she already knew. I leaned forward and placed my lips upon hers, as delicate as silk.

I was somewhere else. Never had there been such passion within me. Never had I felt something so real, so tangible. I could hold my love for her in the palm of my hand.

She tasted much sweeter than any honey this world could ever possess. She had the mouth of a goddess whose tongue etched poetry into my mind. Her fragrance was intoxicating and sending me into spirals. Her hair tangled in my fingers, her heart with mine.

She was a dream better than any before.