Scent of a Tuxedo

There are moments in your life that leave you breathless, moments that make your feet no longer rest on the floor, the edge of a smile that adorns your lovely face stretches an inch longer, the air you take in stays a moment longer, your eyes, for no particular reason are locked at a particular angle. If questioned, you'd never be able to recall this moment again, you'd never be able to reproduce what you felt, and words would never do justice to the elation in your senses.

 

The lingering moistness of your lips, the edgy withdrawal of my hands from around your waist, the lasting sense of belongingness, the slow separation acting like a magnetic attraction.

 

Your hair veil your pallor as I breeze them away from your face. Melt into the sweetness of your lips, the rusty perfume that tells me you're a woman of taste, your mindless fingers on the back of my neck and your smooth thighs against my purposeful hands gliding down teasing the slit in the bottom half of your dress.I savor the silhouette the silk dress forms as it naturally drapes around your curves.

You step your leg out of bounds, steely stilettoe on the wall. The slit aiding its escape, this smooth leg is now a fugitive of the dress.

 

I smirk at myself, pity your ensemble as it wont last longer on those voluptuousness. My eyes tell you how I envy each piece of silk that clings on to your body.

 

Walking backwards until I hit the wall. You close in yet there is a slight room for me to shift to the corner. I take that route, watching you draw closer and closer. Till I’m a cornered prey and you’re a purring tigress inching on its feast. The cooling champagne glass drops from the slippery moisture in my cuff, spilling as your dress rustles across my cheeks. I kneel down, giving space to your increasing bosom, my lips now airing closer the shores of your dress. Your skin being the salty water and the dress the silky sand. My lips stand between the wavy sea, as I take a dip into the woman you are, entrenching into the depths of your feminity. You devour each minute of care, each touch of embrace. Oh this dress wont last longer against that sweaty flesh as my hands along your thighs, mindlessly finding their way in, flirting with the garter held so close. Noticing you quiver and squirm.

 

I can feel you breathe deeper, I can feel your body wave as it swoons to my touch. I swirl you around and push you into the corner. Grab the zip at the back and tear it down. Your eyes tell me how they’d imagined this be, of lonely nights, when you sat looking into the bonfire. They have a story to tell a fantasy to live and a reality to face. That moment when you just couldnt take it anymore, That moment when you beg to be torn, ripped apart and eaten raw again. But I don't, Oh, not so sudden my lady, because tonight I'm a brutal player. A revenge for way you teased me. The evening is young and man still chained.

 

You walk across the room with the unzipped dress, I know you didn’t care if it gave away. My slanted gaze notices you walk across the dark mirror into the moonlit balcony overlooking. There is an ironical peace in the quiet balcony above a plethora of a buzzing neon city.

 

To hell with those virtues that the righteous and divine hold so close. Is any sacrifice made to obey those rules of society worth even a moment of pleasure that one experiences in bending or breaking them? Oh, my darling, those laws are but an illusion whose obedience simply means a rebellion against our countless impulses. Can nature recommend what offends her? One single kiss made in that intense moment of passion is more precious than the most sublime deeds of a fake virtue that I scorn.

For in this sin city, moments happiness might beget woeful tomorrow. What matters is how long can we stretch this rapture. Of how long can we savor the taste of this old wine. How long can we dwell in the pursuit of this mysterious sanctuary. Of how long can this viscous attraction plunge us into such a delirium that is intense enough to procure the most delicious pleasures that dim lights have to offer.

 

You hear the tic tock of my oxford shoes against the Italian marble. Standing there with your half lit naked back towards me, awaiting your lessons. Without turning you have a way of recognizing my presence. My fingers clench the sides of french lingerie that's slowly losing its meaning. My breath gliding along your balmy shoulder warping into the realm of your ears. Whispering words that strengthen your grip on the balcony railing yet lewdly weaken your knees. We turn around, now eyes in eyes. With the cold moon as the only witness, the gust of wind a messenger, and skin the only attire, Your savior will be the savage tonight. . .

Reviews

[Maxine]

I just love your voice in this piece, its airy and almost delicate in the way you choose words, but has a very steady and powerful tone that makes the piece so captivating yet practically heartbreaking. Its very raw, and I think that brings such an amazing sensuality to the images.
Just Lovely!

[Joylene Miller-Rios]

I love that this brings out the animal in you. Very nice piece

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you.

And does it ?

[Joylene Miller-Rios]

Oh yeah but we all have our animal instincts. Even though we're not primative like our cavemen ancesters but our roots play a part in who we are

[Pranav Malhotra]

most definitely

[Veronica Chandler]

An exquisite expression from within your creative mind; so very descriptive it is and engaging write...Well done sir.

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank you Veronica.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

you my friend are an excellent writter

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank You Neva.

[Frieda P]

I am drenched in delerium after reading this...breathless to say the very least. I don't usually read stories as a rule, but your good looks made me a silly school girl and I couldn't resist your advances...this is sublime in so many ways, it's subtle and raw at the same time. Just what blows the skirt up! Oh my....

' Can nature recommend what offends her? One single kiss made in that intense moment of passion is more precious than the most sublime deeds of a fake virtue that I scorn.'

This wrapped it upwithin your realm of belief, following such tumultuous lust it was the saving grace of acceptance.

Holy, be the savage, continue on...carry on please do!

[Pranav Malhotra]

I'm honoured that you made an exception.
Thank You so much dear.

[yusuf]

this should be like the bible of romance. lol.

[SyberRose]

I usually dont like anything longer than a sonnet ha...but this really drew me in...as I love the way you write on the edge without going over the line. Very sensuous.
I will come back when I have some more time...SyberRose

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thanks Rose. .

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing tale. I like the detail and description of the woman. Woman need to be described well to bring life to the story. You did. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Pranav Malhotra]

Thank You bro . I'm happy you liked it :)

[KAOlmsted]

*sigh* This is exactly how it should be...that intense longing, needing to draw the moment out, wishing it would never end but dying to reach the conclusion. "...this smooth leg is now a fugitive of the dress." Incredible imagery. I found myself running my fingertips along my own thighs as I read this; the happy outcome for which I believe you were going...It is not just a sensual piece, no, it is truly much more than that...it is breathtaking in its awareness...two people bound by this knowledge of one another...the fantasy becoming reality. "The evening is young and man still chained." That amount of self control is by far sexier than if he just grabbed her and threw her on the bed, and I know you know that, which lends to the overall seductiveness of this piece. "With the cold moon as the only witness, the gust of wind a messenger, and skin the only attire, Your savior will be the savage tonight. . ." That is an ending for the ages...because we know it is not the ending, merely the beginning for these two lovers, destined to be as one on this evening. This is an exquisite erotic write, and I am privileged to have read it. Thank you so much for sharing this...

-Kimberly

[Pranav Malhotra]

Ah, Kimberly, you read the note exactly as it was intended to.
I'm Glad you have an eye motives behind words. . .

[KAOlmsted]

It truly is an exquisite write...thank you ;-)