Bona Fide Image VI

Time can stand still in an abstract sense, when we refuse to end the moment at hand, and one becomes acutely aware of such a transcendental moment in our lives. These rare occasions - with so far and few in between - can elevate one to the sublime. An hour, perhaps two can be perceived as just a fraction of that traversed time.

When two soul mates unite, can it be any more splendorous? Such a joyous occasion to celebrate in our hearts! For we walk for years and decades like ambulating zombies on the ardours path of life.

On a visceral level, we fully understand that the search for The One is on, and the comfort and bliss found in those arms, makes it simply all worthwhile. Everything.
Every trial and tribulation, every heartache, every tear shed, every achievement, and even those long journeys brought one to that very moment.
The present moment.

Perhaps it's destiny. Perhaps is an overdue reward. Phillip knew it the moment he took Linda in his arms. Not with primal lust or lascivious intentions, although inexorably it simmered to that point. The natural desire to be close and explore each's territory was a natural derivative of the existing mutual spark from beyond.

Moral restrictions, racial divides, social diversity, had no plan in the Palace of Delight. There was nothing turbid or shameful. Linda instinctively knew that she would not let this magical moment pass. Even if there was no tomorrow for them, they had this memorable moment to sustain them for a lifetime.

She felt such an affinity towards Phillip, that was more than a crush. And besides, she was old enough now to learn of the pleasure of the flesh. She was not the most popular girl in the region, thanks to her limp. If Phillip did not mind her lesion, why did she have to give up on this wondrous moment in her life?

Regardless of her impediment, she was a very passionate girl. She was passionate about life, about nature, her family, and learning secrets which few where privy to. The native tribes had adopted her, for they saw the beauty if her spirit, and she had in time made fast friends with the wise men of those clans.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes, there was no thought to questions or doubt. They were both entranced by each other. As they swam towards the shore, they lay atop a bed of leaves to explore one another, with the wondrous curiosity of a child. They resumed their tender kissing, which escalated in intensity of passionate heat, and intensity, into a flaring hunger to posses and to yield.

Instinct guided where lack of experience lacked. Linda responded with rapturous delight to Phillip's ministrations, as he traced her face and body as an artist's brush paints every minuscule detail of the anatomy - sparing none. She in kind, reciprocated with ardent expediency,and wandering caresses and shameless kisses - everywhere.
Looking into his beautiful eyes, clear and honest like the sky - she was not afraid. They became one in body, and soul. For that rapturous moment, time stood still, and joy abound.

She was glad for once, that she was a woman now. Her lesion did not impede her from offering her silky breasts, ripe and fresh like fuzzy peaches which abound in July - for his nourishment and delight.
She was glad that she had round hips so that he could hold on to them, as if he were steering the wheel of a ship. Her legs wrapped firmly around him and guided him to her, to cleave the ripened fruit glistening under the sun. Deeper, and deeper as if plowing for unknown secrets, until the mind shut down and ceased to function temporarily, and the senses took full domain of the body, as it convulsed like fish out of water.

Linda looked up at the sun with open eyes. Her vision was blurred by the harsh light and stars. Afterwards, she realized, that her body has responded well. She was happy to be alive, and happy to have Phillip in her arms, and still inside.

As the sun abated its furious intensity for the afternoon, their passion as well abated in turn. They held hands as they waded into the crystal clear waters to clean up. Linda felt different; she was a woman now. The blood between her legs which the nurturing lagoon dissolved, and soothed like a salve her still palpitating wound, was testimony to this.







To be continued...