The Battle of Unity

Night wraps around me like a lover as the strong wind touches and caresses every part of my body. The inviting warm breeze arouses my desire. He’s walking toward me and my body trembles with a need I’ve never known. A need he left unsatisfied during our last encounter. I remember it all too well as my skin ached for his touch to the point of it being painful. He managed to hold everything back, giving me nothing, yet all the while watching me squirm. The scent of my steaming sex filled the room but still he made no attempt to release me. I was completely under his spell as he teased mercilessly with those dark eyes and kittenish smile. I didn’t masturbate because he made me promise that I wouldn’t. He said he wanted to be the hand that brought me to orgasmic bliss.

She’s waiting for me again. Open and ready. Her sensuous body haunts me every hour of every night. My candle burns at both ends as I have patiently waited in agony for our next rendezvous. I left her panting and breathless last night. I wasn’t ready. I needed more time. Every night spent alone, I am consumed with thoughts of only her -- atop me, behind me, on her back, up against the wall, or on her knees. I’ve imagined her submitting to my demands and I relish in these disturbing images. Images which keep me awake at night, arousing a need that excites me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

In my dreams there are no boundaries. It is revealed to me, in such clarity, what I am actually capable of and it scares me just the same. I want to dip my hand into her scorching sacred water and drown. When we’re together time stands still, just like my heart. My lips die every time we meet because passion is never felt by them. I won’t allow myself to get lost in the pleasure of her. Not yet. But I’m getting closer as the need grows.

His scent drives me wild as he undresses me with his eyes. My hands tremble with the need to touch, but they are tied and bound. The cold metal against my skin is frightening but I don’t complain. I don’t say a word. My supple breasts are swelling. I feel my flesh growing full, moist, and tender. I feel the wetness start to saturate my panties. He takes one hand and without touching my skin begins to outline every curve. My heart is pounding. My soul is screaming.

But I am deaf as well as confused. Hearing only what I want to hear. Seeing only what I need to see and that is why I’m blind at times and a fool to myself. I look at her shackled on the bed. Legs spread wide. I can smell her. Under my pants I am so stiff. The need grows. Taking a pocketknife from the drawer, I cut her panties off raising them to my face. The smell of her is all it takes to make me lose control.

I stand here helpless as darkness blackens. I shiver when he makes that defiant move. Now my nakedness is exposed and I am so high from the sexual tension between us. I close my eyes and get lost in a dream. Then I feel his touch, and all its uncertainty. I would die in his arms if he’d let me.

My hand touches the velvety entrance to her dark opening. I brush my fingertips on the outer lips. Perhaps I should just tease her a bit more and then leave her here again, all night, in desperate surrender. I like to deceive people with my touch. My charm. My looks. My lips. But no, I cannot wait. I want her to finally taste the sweetness of my pain.

The moment I’ve waited for is now. I feel the pressure of his body against me and then inside me. All I can do is scream as each touch, each exploration, and each manipulation is given to me. I accept it like a gift. A precious gift causing me to lose control and abandon all that I’ve ever believed in…just for him.

I release the ties that bind her because the need to feel her touch, her embrace, and her love is commanding me. But I won’t ever tell her so. She’ll think it’s one of my many games. My heart I cannot reveal. My soul remains untouched. But deep in the darkness, it is she who controls me. It is she who I can’t get out of my skin.

As passion envelops they embrace, melting into one another. As they kiss, forbidden desires roll off their tongues. The battle of unity is lost.