I'd been so seized by passion for this delectable lover.
I not exactly exempt from feeling, from tremblors of lust. It
meant I must, meant I absolutely must not, just fade away
quietly, mildly changed, recognized only by the eyelids of
my lover. Nights of savage newness found for me again
the flaming saliva that connects precautions gave way thirstily to
the most voluptuous flesh there could be. In our hands
desire that transcends. What fear on our lips tomorrow?
L'amante (The Lover) || René Char
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Unrequited: Miniseries
Chapter 2
Not a second longer had gone by before the two lovers parted from one another, still covered in a balmy blanket of shameful perspiration. Keith, being the first to stand, lent his shirt to his temptress who, in unconcealed ire, adjusted the straps of her promiscuous dress.
Thick tension coming from the smug cleaning lady augmented the muggy air that still circulated around the compact room, making even the smallest living organism choke for air as she stared down the flustered couple. Her beady, serpentine moss-colored eyes watched them scramble to get clothed. Her ghostly pale creased flesh compared to that of a wrinkled top, one that had been continuously overlooked and only ironed in times of need. All her physical features gave confirmation to Keith that she had indeed walked out of her own sepulcher to disrupt their night.
"Well, what do we have here," she extolled in a dark tune as she closed the heavy metal door behind her, "Adultery on campus, fore shame. Certainly, a professor would know that relations with anybody, especially a student, is prohibited on school grounds. What is the Headmaster going to think?"
"The Headmaster will not think of anything. Not if we can come to terms with what you have discovered here tonight in a civilized way," his mistress answered. Her voice held such an immense level of conviction that it even reassured Keith.
Conversation now stood between the two women in the room, leaving Keith to stand and examine the discussion in the background. He gazed in complete bewilderment as the middle-aged woman's ashen white skin crumpled even more so than when stoic as she brought what she must've considered to be a smile to her face; revealing a contrasting silver tooth that illuminated the rest of the snot-painted teeth in her mouth. On the opposite end stood an apathetic woman who already seemed fed up with just the mere thought of continuing the brief talk.
"I propose a meeting of the middle. You see, I'll keep this," she paused, wagging her bony finger between the pair, "Whatever this is a secret, and in return I expect a fee for my services."
"A fee," his mistress echoed.
"Only seems fair. And to make it even better, I'll only make one of you pay. Five hundred a month, in cash, or I won't hesitate to spill this affair," she cautioned.
Keith finally approached the ladies and spoke with an assured tenor, "I'll pay. Starting tomorrow. Just give me a name to put on the envelope."
"Caris J. Taidous, is the name. Place the envelope in that far right corner with all the dust and I'll come pick it up at the nights end. You two have a nice night now, I'll step out for a minute so you can get squared away. But only a minute, any more and I'm busting in," she asserted, ambling her way back to the door, before giving it a faint close.
