Love Is Murder

Dragon and the Lamb

Just a look and the memories flooded in, unchecked, undammed, unconsequential. There the tears poured in and I prayed for release.

From emotions, from pain, for remembering you. How beautiful you looked, as you perched out of your window, on the first floor. Your smile was radiant, it shone more than the evening sun, shallow but bright.

Its rays hit me as you say 'hello'. Your voice was pitched perfectly, like angels, like the birds of the earth. Your skin glowed as you smiled, there was when I knew I was in love with you.

You watched me as I go, and I watched you back, till you faded away, and only the taste of your lips, do I still remember.

Ifunaya wasn’t your average girl, she was the dragon and the lamb, at the same time, her eyes were brown and wide. I could see the speckles of the night in her eyes, her hair was long, pulled back in the shape of a serpent.

She talked like a queen, in slow speeches, emphasizing each words. Her voice was inanely terrible, she couldn’t sing to save her life.

Her favorite topic was about how I felt, and I never liked to talk about my feelings.

On a Sunday evening with the orange skies, the sun shone shyly hiding behind the clouds, her place was almost decapitated, but she loved it there, she never was an outdoor person.

She was the perfect example of an introvert, I knocked on her door. Then waited a few minutes, she never wanted people around much, they made her feel weird and tired.

I heard her voice through the door, asking who it was knocking. I never answered, I wanted to surprise her with my presence. But she was hardly surprised.

The door fled open and there I was standing eye to eye with Ifunaya, her shirt was pink, sleeveless and free. Freedom was what she gave me, freedom from my life, freedom from my overindulgence, and freedom from my thoughts.

I stared blankly at her before looking at our feet, I couldn’t take my eyes off her waist. Which was held smuggled, by her jeans bum shorts. I took in her figure and smiled, at my obsession of her.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, “won’t you come inside?”

She looked at me with a curious face, trying to figure me out as usual, trying to dissect my emotions like a lab experiment. I went inside her room with short strides like a prey, entering a lion’s den. Like the altar of salvation trying so hard to rid myself of my sins, but what if I and my sins, can’t be separated.

“Have you eaten yet?” she asked again, “I made something when I felt you were coming over,”

“How did youknow? I’ll be coming over.” I asked piqued,

“Well dear, there’s no way you can get away from me,” she whispered tenderly, “You and I, are alike the moon and the stars, so bright, even the frightful winds and storms cant tear us apart, and every night we are destined to be together or they would be chaos and unresfullness in our hearts.”

I watched her as she spoke, and then I wished for my emotions to steer up, but it didn’t, it shifted remorsefully. And so, I walked up to her and kissed her, as a compensation for such beautiful words said.

She kissed back intensely, she was an aggressive lover. Her body came on me, her weight upon me like an anchor and I was the lost ship.

There I navigated her body, my hands on her waist. Her lips entwined with mine, our tongues locked in blissful emotions.

"Do tell me you'll stay the night," she spoke clearly, she wasn't asking I thought. She was authoritative, like a school teacher, the way her face went from friendly to frightening, was indistinguishable.

The beautiful night came upon us so quickly, I was stripped down to my boxers, there was nothing to hide from her persisting eyes. She still wore the same clothes on, she was always afraid of showing her body. We just ate. She said she needed a bath and asked if I want one too.

"No I don't," I answered quickly.

She said nothing, and strolled to the bathroom alone. My eyes never left her as she did. After some few minutes, she came out, the beautiful voice of Khalid, voiced out and feeled the room with a phantom vibe.

She never liked the silence, it drove her crazy, she wanted noise, but got stuck always staring at the nothingness her favorite place for her mind to wander.

She wore a bath towel around her body, white as snow it was, streams of water dripped off her in slow motions. Then the earth slowed down for a bit.

I moved instinctively to her, there in the middle of the room. Our eyes met, in a battle of will. I slowly kept looking at her, as I slid off the towel smoothly, almost like I practiced.

Even the gods couldn't predict, how she would react, sometimes like an angel sent by God to walk the earth, and sometimes like the devil, annoying, wicked and beautiful.

She stood there naked, her eyes never living mine, and then was when I kissed her lips made of strawberries, made of the sweetest of sugar. Her nipples became hard, being very attentive and sensitive at the same time.

The bed felt us, as we layed upon it, she was upon me, straggling me with her legs. My hard engorged head, was forcefully brought out from my boxers in a haste. I pushed her off in an attempt to slow things down.

I came down past her navel, hiding inside it's shell, down her hips widely spread breathing uncontrollable, past her pubic hair, shaved down like grasses on a football field.

And I slid down gently then found my prize, wet, moist and ready. It looked beautiful, the way it's colours radiated pink and red.

She was panting furiously as I took her with my mouth. She clasped then relaxed, but she wasn't comfortable, looks from her was like daggers.

I looked down to avoid them. She couldn't hide the moans that came from her mouth, they sang praises of the pleasures I bring. Shaking and spams came after the cries of my name echoing the room.

She grabbed and pulled me upward like a sailor finally finding land. I went along and kissed her, with her juices still in my mouth, they tasted salty like the sea.

We made love, or was it just pure sex guided by lust, I never tried to find out. Every touch was something special, giving me uncontrollable goosebumps.

I was inside her for some minutes, twisted and thrusting like my life depended on it. It was hard work pleasing her, she was insatiable, a well that never fills up, a storm that always raged on.

She looked at me with a sad face, and at that moment I would've given the world to make her smile again. She told me to close my eyes, and lay down flat like the sands of the earth.

I did as I was told, I was never one to argue with a naked beauty. Then there it was, I felt a metal like object pierce my skin, straight it went, slowly to my lungs.

My eyes fled open by fear, I looked at the scene before me, she was holding a knife, it was inside of me, with springs of my blood flying across, every part of the room.

She looked at me unapologetic, I was too stunned to speak. She  straggled me with my her legs, then she took me deep inside of her, as she kept on squeezing the knife deeper inside of me.

I felt unimaginable pain, the aching of my flesh was unimaginable, but I still felt pleasure as she rode me.

And there in the middle of the night, did I die with my lover upon me, a knife in her hand, and my engorged member inside of her. I pleaded and begged, but it was all over now. Slowly I  faded into the eternal abyss.

Then I woke up, with sweat beads upon my chest, it was a bad dream. A nightmare that got my heart racing like a horse, it was morning already, and I was still naked, her body was still on me covered only by the bed sheets spread over her ass.

She woke up as soon I as flinched, looked up to me.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" she asked, I nodded in response. Then in silence I looked at her, love of my life she was, queen of my heart she was. I stared at her naked body for a while, then kissed her forehead.

"It was nothing, baby," I said quitetily, "Go back to sleep in my arms, there is our only escape from this cruel word we call reality."