Over & Under
Let me tell you how I feel about sex. I have had my share of intimate nights and days.
On a tense day of work, you go home thinking that a nice bath will get all the stress off,
and you walk in your door and see candles lit and a sexy aroma lingering. You know that someone has been thinking of you and your body craves this attention. You continue to walk through the house and to your bedroom where your night clothing is laying on the bed and you look in your bathroom and your significant other is standing in your shower door with a rose saying "Baby, Let me relax you." You immediately take off all of your clothing and go get into the shower with them. A soft sponge traveling down your back and slowly goes down to your back legs, while their other hand is feeling up your front. You feel them press their body against yours as a whispered moan enhances the air. You slowly turn around and start kissing your lover and feeling everything that wants to touch your palm. Soap is being dispersed as the connection of two bodies continues. Your legs are getting weaker as the motions are now permanent. You and your lover get out of the shower slowly, still connecting by the lips, and direct each other to the bed, where the night is long and the moan is louder. There is a yelp, and a sigh and this was the beginning of a relaxing night at home with your love. You climb under the covers and hold your love closely, with a soft "Thank you" in their ear. Sex can come in so many forms, but to have a person that loves you enough to release a stressful day, without you asking is the best sex ever.
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The Promise Keeper
I’m all alone, tired of trudging on earth restlessly. I’ve not had a vacation ever since...well, I stopped counting my time off a long time ago. Let’s just say that I have too many accumulated days I can use for eternity. Imagine the splendid time I’d have in the Bahamas or Tahiti.
I haven’t aged a day but my feet are soaring in pain and burning like they’re on fire.
I’m heartless. My senses are numb. I have no empathy in my bones. There’s no grey line in my vocabulary; it’s only black and white. Pure and simple. I know how pathetic that might sound, not having a beating heart between my rib cages. It’s depressing being the one with a cold heart when life is made of rainbow colors.
I guess life is for living. I have no experience with it. All I have heard that the color of life makes you feel exuberant and give you wings to fly into the endless sky, and makes you immortal even if you die. Such feelings are what makes humans different from the rest and humanity worth dying for.
My job is the dirtiest and scariest of all. I am a bounty hunter. I deliver people to their masters when their final due dates arrive unexpectedly because they owe debts to their lenders. It’s clearly stipulated in the fine prints they sign the day they are born that all debts must be paid in full. No exceptions to the rules.
When the alarm clock is sounded, I have to be there to drag them by the collar and dump them into the darkest pits regardless of their willingness. I don’t really care what happens to them after my job is done as long as I do mine perfectly. On-time, of course!
My name is death. I am the night keeper. Most people know me as the Angel of Death. I hate being called by that name if I can totally be honest.
Everyone is terrified of me whenever the lights go out, or the thunderstorm roars or something terrible happens in their lives as if their fate is forever sealed with mine; even though nothing is far from the truth.
I loathe my nickname because it has a negative connotation and scares people away. They can’t fully look into my empty eyes. Whenever someone starts talking about me, most of them turn pale, shaking in fear like they saw a bone-chilling ghost, who’s choking the life out of them by their necks. I think that’s why I’m all alone until this day or forever.
I know they have good reasons for being petrified of me, for when I bring my wrath, I am so ruthless and merciless, even if humans clinch to hopes that never save them. I am like a hit-man for hire. I don’t discriminate or ask questions. I just answer whenever the call comes at any time.
Once the wire is hot, I drop everything I’m doing and go to work right away. No job is too big or small. My delivery service is exceptional because I deliver on time without an exception or excuse.
But I get upset when people blame me though.
When fate closes their doors, I’m who they see first. They’ve never stopped to think that I don’t have much of a choice like them or have full control over their final destinations. What they don’t realize is that I’m just doing my job in this never-ending carnage of soul collection business. All I do is pick up and deliver. For once, however, I wish if I could be a messenger of good news.
But, “no news is ever good,” as one wise person once said.
The other day, for example, I was on the brink of a nap and almost fell asleep when my employer called me to pick up a few people. It was in a broad light in one neighborhood, rain of darkness poured down and killed a ton of people. I didn’t ask or whine why for the interruption of my loneliness drifting but had to complete the task asked of me instead.
The calls never stop coming. Although I’m so exhausted beyond control and have tried not to exacerbate people’s lives, I have no choice in matters but answer the calls on time. It’s on my business logo. “On-Time Delivery. Anytime without Exceptions!”
midnightink 7-28-2020
Catharsis
If you let go of
the toxicity poisoning
your mind and your heart
and relinquish the acid
that’s eating you alive
into the open air
with such a calm
sigh and deep breathing
that truly means
you’re on the right path
that could lead you to
finding your inner peace
that special silence and tranquility
the music your feet should dance to
the place of serene solitude
a quiet and heartwarming calmness
which is the catharsis to your soul.
MidnightInk 6-9-2020
Walked Away
The last time I walked away, I did it without ever looking back again.
It was the hardest thing to do for me, a big and life-altering decision I had to make for the first time. But I was done with all the heartaches and your shenanigans. So, I walked away, regretting the wasted times spent with you.
The first time we met, you were a totally different person, the kindest, humble, and warmest individual, whom I wanted to be around on this planet. However, I am not sure what turned you into this horrible human being, who suddenly became arrogant, careless, and self-absorbed.
You just turned into this person I didn’t even know, a self-centered prick that was walking around without a soul.
Overnight, one day, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and lost your innocence. Then, I guess the only person closer to you was me, so, you decided to push me to the edges, to the point I honestly despised ever seeing your face or calling your name again.
I became too fragile to be at your company, so I had found my way out of your life to completely erase what we’d had and avoided you forever by any cost.
What’s more heartbreaking is not knowing the reasons behind your absurd behaviors. Not knowing the changes in your color like four seasons is still nagging me until this day.
In the beginning, everything was smooth and I loved loving such a beautiful soul. Your smile was vibrant and intoxicating. You were outgoing, adventurous, and fearless. You had such a loving heart and most of all was a gentle and caring person. You were fun to be around, intelligent, beautiful, and open-minded.
I can truly confess that you cared for me more than I did.
What happened to you? Why did you turn to this bad and dispirited person?
What kind of poison did you drink?
Today, you’ve made me think that loving you was worse than I could imagine. Yet, I won’t ever wish your heart to break like mine. I only hoped if I knew why yours became so cold like ice and made me walk away from us without even saying goodbye with the last kiss on your soft and honeydew lips.
midnightink 7-24-2020
I wrote this for this challenge but by the time I was done, it was closed. Lol
https://theprose.com/challenge/10653
