Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these meters meet: “Love seethe only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys In another’s loss of ease, And builds a hell In heaven’s despite. ” Corrupted By The Sun I saw her. In a miniscule moment. Her long brown hair so luscious and lively, cascading like a waterfall past her shoulders down to her torso. Curls bouncing as she turned.Her eyes were as green as a tropical forest.
When caught in your direction, they not only saw your body but also your soul. So bewitching, as if she could lure you in with a single grimace. I was breathless. Her beauty was bewildering. I could not seem to comprehend how a woman could be so perfect. It seemed as though utopia did exist, though It had taken human form. I had never felt like that before, It was Incredible, yet somewhat miserable.
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.. Would I ever see this woman again? Was she real or was I going mad? I continued to promenade through the markets. The thought of this woman still trapped In my mind.That night was the most difficult, as I did not get a wink of sleep, but how could l? After seeing such a beautiful woman, what man would be able to resist such a temptation? I wanted to see her again; I needed to see her again. I had to know she was real. I had to know that I was not crazy, and that perfection did exist, as I had Just witnessed it in her.
I lay on my bed, watching the sunrise through my window. I rose, and wandered off to a nearby field. I come here to reminisce and appreciate how beautiful the world is, Inhaling the natural beauty infused In the flora.I lay beneath he oak tree, so peaceful and pleased. I could hear the soft voice of a woman, whispering sweet melodies. I thought this odd, as I know no one often comes by here. I looked up and wondered whom it may be.
I rose, and began to walk towards her. I noticed her gathering some flowers, placing them In a basket. She was wearing a long yellow silk dress, more vibrant then the sun. I called out to her and she turned. It was whispered “Hello. ” Her voice sounded worried. As stunned as I was, I managed to utter, “Hello Malady, may I ask what you are doing? ” She came closer to me.
L was gust collecting some flowers for my table at home, I’m very sorry, I was unaware this field belonged to someone, please do excuse my behavior” she replied. It took me a while to respond, as I was too busy observing her lips as she spoke. “No Malady don’t apologies, this field does not belong to me or anyone, feel free to do as you wish,” I explained. She looked at me and sighed with relief. “Oh Good! I am new to town and I would not want to be considered disrespectful. ” I then proceeded to invite her to come back to my house for tea, she gladly accepted.We sat there telling stories and reminiscing over childhood memories.
She told me she had moved away from her family, that she needed an adventure. Our eyes connected for a brief moment. I went to kiss her on the lips, fearing whether or not she would accept. She caressed the side of my face and kissed me so sweetly. A kiss filled with nothing but compassion. I felt like the luckiest man alive. After that day, she and I would never go a day without each other.
We were in-love. She was like a breath of fresh air infusing life back into me. After a few months, I was beginning to want her more. She was so desirable and pure.One day I turned to her ND asked, “My darling, would you let me take your virtue? ” she looked at me and smiled, kissed me on the lips and lay down. That night she stayed with me. We kissed so passionately.
I began to take off her clothes, humanely caressing her body while our lips connected. She breathed so heavily, the sweet sound of her moans I will always remember. Then, we Just lay in each other’s arms, content and satisfied. She turned to me and said, “I love you” with a soft kiss. From then on, a fever broke out into me. From every day to twice a day, to three times to four, I could not escape from the iron grip of desire.She became distant.
She would not look at me during our love making anymore. I was furious! How dare she! Why would she not look at me? Did she not love me? Was I not good enough? When we were done she would make any excuse to go home. She stopped coming to my house so often. Then she stopped completely. My love. My Utopia was gone. I loved her.
I was everything she wanted me to be! She gave herself to me! She was mine! Without her I was going insane. My heart had Just been ripped apart. She broke me. I was nothing. I had to know; I had to know why she was gone. How could she be so rule?The love of my life had Just left me here, broken, distraught, and lonely. I had enough, I had given her enough time to return to me.
I decided it was time to bring her back myself. I went to her house. Thumping on the door, so loud the entire street would hear. I sat, crying. The door opened. I looked up to see not her, someone else. Another man.
Who was this man? Who did he think he is! I prejudicially rushed through the door. I saw her. Lying there unclothed. My mind flooded with detrimental thoughts. I cringed in dismay at the thought of another man’s lips touching hers.The an approached me, I told him he ought to leave before things got out of hand. I belongings and left.
It was Just she and l. She was crying. Trying to explain but I would not let her. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed, turned her around and took her one last time. She breathed heavily, though this time it was followed by cries for help. I could feel her heart beating fast.
I could feel the thumping. I could not take it anymore! If I could not have her, no one would! She was perfect for ME, and ONLY me. I reached for the first thing I saw, clenching it in y hand.I swung subconsciously. The thumping slowed down, until it stopped beating completely, her body gushing red. I sat over her, as she lay there impassive. I was once humble, now I am nothing but bitter, and she is reprehensible.
Perfection did not exist; what an obscure thought. Love is paltry. It leaves you petty and feeble. I will never forget what she had done to me; I will never let another woman do that to me again. I would rather swim then sink. I lay beneath the oak tree, a place of tranquility, though I sat mindlessly. Darkness overpowered me.
I am Just as corrupted as the sun.