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| The field was high,
left untouched for
some years now.
Blades of
bright, green grass dotted with gentle babies' breath covered the ground. Midday's heat was beating down on life. Zynthalia rushed through nature's density, heart beating out of her chest. Slipping away from town had been difficult because everyone watches everyone else. A little bit of trouble was worth it to her though. This was the meeting of her life. Zynthalia stopped running, panting for breath as her eyes quickly scanned all around her. Nothing. Every second that went by her heart grew sadder. He was no where insight. Today was the day she put all her hopes and dreams into. Memories flooded her mind with all the sensations she felt that day in the middle of town. No touch, no voice, only eyes caressing each other, feeling warmth manifest itself in their bodies. He turned, walking away from her, toward the alley way, glancing back at her with those deep eyes and his coy smile. She felt compelled to follow him. That was part of his attractiveness. The sun had slid down a bit in the sky. Her legs ached as Zynthalia waited for him. How long has she been standing? She decided to rest on the grass. Her scarlet dress fanned out across the flowers. Closing her eyes to tiredness, she wondered how much longer she would have to wait. Images crept up on her again. The alley was dark, with scattered barrels and rubble. They he stood, anticipating her arrival. He wore simple clothes, an open white shirt and woolen breeches. Somehow he looked more than just a simple man. Zynthalia walked up to him and stared deep into his eyes, how she loved him already. He snatched her into his arms. Some unseen power created a burning fire between them. Warm, salty kisses touched her lips, and she accepted them, kissing back herself. But why? He could be anyone, no, no, it didn't matter, this felt too right. Kisses drenched her skin on her lips, forehead, cheek, neck, bosom, leaving behind a light dew. Soft, his lips were so soft. Tomorrow, that was the agreement. They would meet out in Dead Man's Field. Warmth from his body. Realizing where she was now she could feel him to her side. Something caressed her neck. Startled, Zynthalia opened her eyes to see him there, lying next to her. There he was! She threw herself onto him, straddling him now, their bodies pressed together. Her long auburn tresses fell down onto him while he enraptured his arms around her, pulling her even closer. Kisses cradled her bare neck. Fair hands brushed through the man's dark, slick hair. Hands passionately searching for more. He rolled her against the grass now. Heavily on her he kissed her even more. She was gasping for breath in ecstasy. The man tugged at her dress and bared her shoulder tasting it. Moving even further down he lightly licked her exposed cleavage with the tip of his tongue. Oh what pleasure, what happiness. The sun grew tired as hours passed between the lovers. Time stood still but moved too quickly. So many promises were made. Not by verbal, but physical agreement. Zynthalia felt that he was her soul. This man whom she didn't even know the name of yet, but they shared in the Creator's most beautiful gift. There they lay together, exposed of all human inhibitions. How she loved him. Soon, they were to be married, and they could start a life together... A tear trickled down the old face of Zynthalia. That was so long ago. Looking around her, she saw what her life had become after that brief encounter. She never married. She still waited living in a poor shack. How many years has it been? Forty, fifty? Zynthalia was promised to him. The oath of purity was broken to him, meaning that she was betrothed to the man. He never came back. The love was still there though. Even now, she would never regret what she did. Love and passion. That was what driven Zynthalia to him. It felt right. But why has it ended up this way? Another tear, that was all. Tears and memories were what she had left. Those and the pain on her soul of betrayal.Almindhra Dhasara |