Captivated in Dark

The dark outside was reflecting inside. Thanks to the hat else he would have looked shabby. He had his black overcoat which indicated the footprints of his struggle to survive. Nevertheless he was looking his best with that white shirt underneath. The shirt had patches of sweat and dirt. The two top buttons were missing and his chest hair was smeared in red dirt. He was walking down the alley where he could not identify himself with but it did not matter. He has always liked heights and the tall buildings around made him feel good. It was as if they were an insignia of his image. He felt his shadow is lost to those tall structures. He was trying to think but he was lost. Lost in the dark, dark that captivated his mind and soul. The coat was flying in the strong winds but he was looking at his feet to save his hat. He walked silently in turmoil. This was the day he had been waiting for and if all goes well he will have something that he has always wanted. He wanted it to happen but he was perturbed in the circle of thoughts that followed. He had never planned it but the moment has arrived. His walk was confident and one could easily see proud in it. He was no artist but his fingers were long. The protruding veins on his hands added more to his charm. He wore a ring on his middle finger which appeared to be falling but coerced by his strength and will to hold its position. His hands were rough like those of a laborer and it looked as if all the zig zag puzzles of the world were carved on his palm. His tight skin ennobled his sense of superiority. His legs were toned and he appeared to be a shadow making its own path in the dark. He was not able to conclude the thoughts that tormented him and the passion that he succumbed long ago was surfacing again. He could feel the heat of the passion that drove him so long on his way. Just when he felt he would be blown away to pieces it started raining. He kept walking in the downpour. The rain drops were falling off the brim of his hat. He pocketed his hands and all of a sudden he stopped to enjoy the moment. He removed his hat and looked heavenwards. The drops falling on his face pacified the turmoil inside and it looked as if god is perforating into his head with his blessings and permission. Permission to tell him that you will have what you desire and blessing that nothing will come your way. He could feel the hand of god. He opened his eyes and it all appeared bright everywhere not in the dark but in his fragmented soul. He lit his smoke and all the melodrama that pejorated his mind evanescent with the fumes. The rain rubbed all the dirt off his head and made him peragrate through the dark with brisk walk. A walk that was more like him, a walk that belongs to a body in full coalescence with the whims of its master.  He knocked at the door and she opened it. The time that elapsed was iota and it was as if she was waiting at the door. She has never looked so beautiful. Her white dress revealed the curves of her body against the light. Her head was bent downwards which was a mark of her submission. Her hair was falling on her face. He was looking at her but she was looking at his chest. His lips curved slightly to his right. She was still holding the knob of the door. They were standing still. She forgot to see him inside and he forgot to step in. He pushed her towards himself with a jerk and pressed his body against hers’. She obliged and was submissively yet forcefully dragged into the zone of passion. They were there, for the first time when nothing else mattered, when they lost track of time and space. His hands were moving violently on her body and she was responding with the same intensity. He stacked her body with his hands against the wall and ripped her topless. She was holding his head to her chest. He grabbed her as if to cut her to pieces. All his insecurities, his fantasies, his passion, his defeats left their mark on her chest. She signed her submission on his back with her nails.Her frustrations were scratched on his slender back. The long lines were equivalence of her long wait. It appeared as if they both will die after a moment. It was the moment when one’s soul was surrogated by others. He licked her navel to wipe off all the sorrow of their lives. She could feel his strong hands on her bottom. He looked at her with the eyes that said I know you are mine and I will use you as I please. It made her feel important. Just when he was going downstairs he heard the doorbell ringing. His younger brother was shouting at his full pace to wake him up. He had his first date scheduled today. He got up, not to miss his date but to transform his dream into reality. He wondered he would have lived his eternity had he been the only child born to his parents. But his mom dad had other plans and he has a charming younger brother.