I could barely wait for the phone to ring.
Every beep of an SMS or tweet raised my anticipation and it plummeted again to disappointment.
Was he going to call or not; ever? I wasn’t sure.
Is this what they call love at first sight, or is it just plain lust?
I’ve never felt like this before; the rubbery legs, butterfly-filled stomach, racing heart, throbbing thighs and many unidentified emotions, I don’t know, but I’m waiting.
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Liam had forgotten this. The way your senses exploded with desire and the pulse raced. A sudden awakening feeling as if he had been in a long deep sleep.
All the exciting tingle coursed through his veins from the soft and warm hand that he clasped in greeting. A deep urge to pull her closer and kiss her full, glossy inviting lips nudged him even as his thumb gently brushed her knuckles almost subconsciously.
Now he understood his son’s fascination with his music and art’s teacher, Miss Felicity. It was easy to get besotted with this exquisite being that stood before him, judging the way he felt. She looked like a fairy with her big baby blue and long-lashed eyes; even her upturned nose had a dusting of freckles.
For weeks, Kevin had gone on and on with one recount or the other on Miss Felicity. Since his mother passed four years ago, this would be the first female he had seen his son warm up to enough for the young boy to try matchmaking his lonely dad with his favourite teacher.
Liam’s heart softened and he muttered silent thanks to God while allowing himself to absorb the sweet energy of the face that smiled up at his in open invitation.
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It was the perfect wedding. The sun had shone just at the right proportion. The storybook garden where they shared their vows was dreamy. Everything was as it should be. Sublime.
Yet Cecilia felt some restlessness in her spirit. Helmut is a perfect match. Mother loved him very much and approved of him. Even her picky friends liked him well enough. They considered him the dashing, wealthy European.
Their marital vows felt like a constriction to her vocal chords. She shook off the inner voice and focused on the sizzle. She loves Helmut, he’s a passionate lover and even as every cell in her body screamed ‘don’t‘ she said I do.
It didn’t take a long time for her to realize that the marriage was a huge mistake.
Helmut’s perceived candour turned to blunt cruelty. His passion became an obsession. He smothered her to death.
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Thrumming heart beats, with butterflies in stomach pits,
Entangled in the first kiss,
It’s simply sweet bliss,
Hurtling off to the bed sheets,
A hurry to meet,
It’s a tangle of feet.
The ardour cools off and off goes the heat,
They sigh and ponder, where is the love beat?
Off to search for the next hit,
Becomes a habit,
To satisfy the hungry lust,
Seems to be a must,
Failing to realize