Monday, October 16, 2006

EIGHT.

She was skilled at her work, no Doubt about that.

If you ordered a rum with coke ("Easy on the rocks."), you felt (her) Anger (at him) fizzing, merging with the tiny bubbles of carbon dioxide.

She could never be angry at him for long.
She loved him too much.

If a beer was ordered, you felt the way the Demon's Drink overpowered your
mind,
body,
Soul.

And that was the way her love for him overpowered her, too.

If you ever asked for one of her margaritas, you'd know how tempting they were.
And that was how she felt (Tempted) on that fateful night, when all of her wildest dreams were placed in a plam.

His palm.

Come home with me.

It was her Forbidden Fruit.

She knew it would be wrong to accept it.

The consequences, Nina, the consequences!

Come home with me, he whispered (oh, how it tickled her ears!) once again, holding out his hand.

She looked at his palm. It looked so warm, so inviting, but she knew not to succumb to the Temptation.

And then she looked into his eyes.

She saw something in them. Something sparkled in those dark, Belgian chocolate-like eyes.

Was it Love?

It must be! It MUST!

Come home with me, Nina!

And in a split second, she felt herself falling into those peat-bog eyes, letting him caress her, becoming One with him.

She, like Eve, had accepted and taken a bite out of her Fruit.

It is worth it she thought to herself as she lay on the stained (yet spotless) white sheets.

She felt him roll over and caress her once again, feeling his warm skin press again hers.

It is.

1 comment:

abstracity said...

Temptation.

The glossy apple in Eve's palm. His palm.

I loved the descriptions of the drinks. So abstract, yet so vivid. Lovely. (: