Sibylline Deal

She remembers the very first drink of the night.

The one bud light that the scruffy bartender reached out and tipped over the bottle cap - smiling and gesturing with a witty grin and a "hey" to reassure her that he'd be there whenever she wanted a second.

Minutes after sipping on that fizzy alcoholic beverage, there stepped in the most gorgeous fine looking man.
Its amazing how a casual buttoned top and jeans could make his 6 ft 2' body look so delicious. Was he thinking the same when he glanced across to look at her the bar counter? In that very moment, the electricity of the dance floor pulverised her veins, and yet he took its charge of fervour like a man to step forward and kiss her right palm. She curtsied with a slight grin, thinking how could someone look so charming in such a low lighted venue?

In every moment of that was an escape of reality into the disillusion of a seemingly far fetched, ill principled gesture. The buildup of feelings matched the thumping rhythms of the music. Two more shots did the trick - it intensified the currents flowing through the veins and all of a sudden it was like the 4th of July.
With every touch of their lips, the light beams roared through the dance floors; creating a very picturesque scene of a typical summer holiday affair.
It seemed like as if the world had lacked in colour, and every touch and blink came a fleeting moment of currents to transit dark into light.

He took her by the hand like he owned her, his breath reeks of sweet bourbon and annihilation.
In every sentence he murmurs an "i want you badly" to tantalize her ear buds and reassures that with the seal of kiss on her forehead.
She knew it was all an illusion, and she was prepared for it.
In this very moment - all she could do was to let her mind drown out the loudness of the music to resonate with the urgency of his entire unsatiated hunger.
Little did he know, his eagerness feeds her starving and ravenous appetite of conjoined sexual immensity.

Everything seemed so clear in that moment. 
For an instant, both of them just wanted to escape the unforgiving reality of the present for a brief respite. 

He grabbed her hand and shield her through the crowd, it felt like nothing else mattered but only the illusions created of that very moment. Knowing all she wanted that night was to get a live close up of that spectacular spinning duo, he slid a twenty over to the bouncer and carried her over the bars while he hopped down from the high table and made an entrance with multiple high-fives of random strangers - he was so ecstatic being with her, he shouted to the entire dance floor to let the world know - he really loved her at that instantaneous juncture.

Their skin emitted an abundance of electric currents through every sensual touch, it was as if the voltage was seeping through their bodies tantrically, with each cell yearning to be explored.

"We live for the moment, I live to love you for this exact moment that you're making me feel wanted. I am more than thankful for your presence. I want you to own me for the night, just as much as I want you to be mine. I want to love you badly for this night. I want to feel your exact hunger for me that it has been burning within me the moment I've kissed your right hand. I want to love you right now. This moment. I am so grateful for you. And, I love you."

Are you insane like her? Have you been in pain like her? Low on esteem, these word run through her veins like gasoline. His precious words edges her like a knife and twists, the memories flourishes through her mind, and pulled her fragile soul forward.

Mouth full of white lies, the lips are fickle and changeable. They'll either tell you things where you'd forget in an instant, or all the words you've ever wanted to hear. Its ridiculous.

That corny phrase was what she needed after a long time of being in solace - not knowing that anyone or anything needed her. It provided the most appropriate comfort in her depths of her soul that rivalled competitively with her principles. It did the trick.
Besides, what more could be emphasised in this explosion and chemistry of feelings that both parties could feel on that very same night.

He seemed like a plain vision in the morning when the light came through, he pulled her closer, covered her every inch with his blanket - leaving himself out shivering in the cold. She did the same, but he repelled and continued tugging her in then gentling kissing her on her forehead. In some sense, they did profess feelings of love in that very moment.

But she couldn't stay. It was nothing more than mere illusions directed at the appetising build right in front of her. She leaned in, for a kiss of final goodbye, with him drawing his arms to hug her so tightly, she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore.

"Hey, you okay?" His gentle voice caressed her ears, it made it seemed like the estranged affair was more than an ordinary hook up.

"Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, refused to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have - attached to their happiness." - Albert Camus

Just as quickly as it came however, she left. It left. These feelings were bright as the fireworks on the 4th of July, but the us that once was fizzled into a puff of smoke in the night. Her memory of the sweet split second love was only a memory of the pink and white bright dazzles.



In the depths of winter, she finally learned that within her laid an invincible summer.