...moist...soft as silk...tender...sweet
Time screeches to a stop. The trees stop whispering. Owls stop hooting. The buzzing fire fly is caught mid-air. The loud noise of the cricket is frozen. Noise of the hustle and bustle of a moonlit town pulls over. Blaring loudspeakers, which hitherto had deadened their palpitating heartbeat, pay homage to the pleasant feeling creeping in from nowhere.
Silence…deafening silence. There’s no way you’ll hear a pin drop. It’ll be stopped in its tracks by this new magic…this sweet mysterious feeling swelling their untrimmed chests.
The present is trapped between the past and the future- time rests on the second hand waiting to tick. Two forms move in the shadows. Their hearts are thumping like mad. Their minds? Racing. Breathing gets louder.
One waits. The other? Waiting for the right moment. There is tension in the air. Both can feel it. He leans in and stops. He is uncertain. He raises his eyes in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of her eyes glinting with anticipation. Eyes close in unison. Lips pucker and part as the two curious bodies come closer. They meet…moist…soft as silk…tender…sweet.
Snap! snap! snap! Snap out of it! You feeding on my memory!
..two forms move in the shadows
Getaway Island 