Should
he mask her vision with a blindfold – forbidding her of sight - she would still
savour the shadowing of her delicate fingers along his facial contours; his
eyes for sight; his nose for smell; his lips for taste; his ears for sound.
Touch
betrays love. Sight cannot see personality. She rather thought that touch and
sight, exclusively, are only that which a learner-in-love knows. Real love is a
sensory embodiment contained within the mind; a state of mind which is to also
be smelt, tasted, heard, and understood.
Restraining
her touch with his grasp wrapped around her wrists does not cease her from
smelling the enchanting scent radiating from his presence; an avidly gentle
touch – forever soft, forever smooth.
A gracious aroma of his
aftershave accompanied by his natural scent combines wonderfully to produce his
own unique fragrance. Parfum de givre.
Her nose nuzzles deceptively, almost deceitfully, against his strong neck. She instantly
feels each pulse within his body bounce against his flesh, and hears each beat collide
against his physique, allowing her ears to admire the sounds of love consuming
his body. Without sight or touch, she depends upon sound and smell and...
...Taste is an essence that envelopes her lips as his meet
hers lightly. Her senses are coloured consciously by learnt visions – an inner
memory of his lips; soft pink and shaped finely. All manner of sensation shall
come alive; consume her figure in fluttering waves allowing heat to radiate from
her longing body, presenting itself as a crimson glow amongst areas of her pale
flesh. He circulates his tongue round and round and round, sensitively drawing
out the upper line of her top lip before swirling it down to surrender the path
of her lower lip. He tastes like past withdrawal of tobacco merged with the
savour of an earlier consumed snack. She smells the tastes which possess his
lips, and relaxes in the sounds of his internal melodic satisfaction.
Assonance
drowns the room. Alluring sounds of a, e, i, o, u are released from his mouth
sensually and carnally. His voice is low. His chest vibrates against her bosom
as he murmurs sounds of love.
His provocative words
grapple her attention, mirroring the way that his hands still hold her touch
above both of their heads.
Between each word he punctuates
his sentence interruptedly with the droplet of a full stop. The full stop: an
element of acrimony or a pause to induce thought? His words explore sexuality
in a sensitive manner, forcing single letters to ring repeatedly in her mind as
he speaks them solemnly so only she can hear what he asserts.
But hereafter the words
mean nothing; it is the sound she finds interest in. Words are to hear, sounds
are to listen - to listen is to understand.
Experiencing his senses allows for her to understand her
own state of mind as well as to understand the effects of love emanating from
his form. Radiating-love cannot be hidden when the admirer knows what they are
searching for; but to provide false actions of love is to degrade all intellect
of the beholder. False love is the act of folly; an act which belongs only to a
being with no heart.
...
Upon the surrender of his grasp to her touch duplicate
scenes of smell, taste, sound, and touch emerge from both lovers throughout
their intimacy. She explores time and time again feeling that she has something
new to learn and understand each time she caresses, entertains, gratifies and
appreciates her beau.
His tongue writes love
all over her sensitive skin. Her quivers brought on from his fragile moist touch
release gratitude and free all developed energy. Their bodies unite in harmony;
slot together in unison.
...
The
days without ‘I love you’ are the most torturous.
...
Language
epitomizes the sensory experience as he whispers ‘I love you’ quietly into her
ear. She visualises every letter, smells every pronunciation, tastes every
syllable and listens to each word as they form a most powerful sentence. Her
body, mind and soul erupt – a climax, an emotional peace and a mutual
understanding.
A sensation; a state of
mind; a real love.
