I once caught a clear glimpse of her, when she smiled to me, in the train station, not
knowing what to think, speaking to the cellphone and looking at me at the same time,
trying to stay calm, yet couldn't. How regal she looked with the smile on her face...
My next glimpse of her was in bed, at night, when she could not endure the thought of
being held by her hands as she was, yet, with a once dominant instinct, loving the way she
was seduced. It struck me how dreadfully vulnerable she seemed, being a girl and yet in
some obscure way a mature woman.
But the angel was released and forgiven and returning to her Eden she was no more able to
withstand eternity without the one she loved. So she rose from her wooden chair and
enchanted the mortal, seeking him, loving him, bringing him to her.
He arrived at Heaven's doors and gracefully entered the gate.
Only a few paces from the beauty he draw her closer, teasing her, kissing her ... making
her feel so excited and tantalized.
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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