The house was old....
A fine layer of greasy dirt gathered in the corners and along the window sill of the small kitchen. Rays of light streamed through the lace curtains illuminating every crevice of the room. The glossy brown tiles patterned on the floor were reminscent of early twentieth century architecture, even the wooden cupboards and benchtop reflected the era. The century old tiles felt cool and sticky on my feet and caused me to fiddle with my toes as I discovered the new and pecualiar sensation below my feet. I was sitting at a small round dinner table pushed off to the side of the wall draped in a single white cloth, an ornamental plate of fruit sat at the centre of the table. A bundle of green grapes hung limply over the side of the dish threatening to tumble over, if it were not for the bannas and oranges anchoring the tail of the vine I was certain the grapes would have plummeted onto the white linen below.
Despite the familiarity of this house I was certain that I had never been here before, I did not have the slightest idea where I was. I looked across the table and I froze as I met her eyes, the look on her face was full of life and her body resonated an aura of excitement. Her whispy brown hair hung loosely over her shoulder as she smiled the same perfect smile that I craved. I was stunned when I found that her perfect smile was enhanced, if it were possible by diffused light passing through the lace curtains. It was beyond perfection, it was unreal. She pushed her chair backward and stood up, her slender figure was dressed in a white blouse and shorts that ended high above her knees revealing the beautiful caramel complexion of her legs. Instinctively as if it was my cue, I stood up and reached for her hand, I stared deep into her round hazel eyes and knew exactly what she wanted. I slipped my arm around her waist and guided her down a dark empty corridor, the dry grainy floorboards creeked beneath our feet as we sought privacy in a neighbouring room. Somehow I seemed to know where I was going and somehow we reached our destination at the doorway of the living room. Unlike the kitchen this room was modern, furry light blue carpet lined the floor and the walls were made almost entirely of glass. A grey leather couch spanned across the carpet giving a direct view of the urban garden on the other side of the glass. We drifted into the room as if drawn by an unknown force, a force that resonated from every element of the space before us. On cue she wrapped her arms around my neck, I turned to face her as my flaccid arm swung around the other side of her waist as we edged closer to eachother. Her beaming smile made my heart thump against the wall of my chest and I could feel her moist irregular breath on my chest as it passed through my shirt. Suddenly from the corner of my eye I noticed a gliding shadow that was passing through the garden outside, I jerked my head sideways and shot a glance at the culprit who had spoiled my intimate moment.
It was my mother
The moment was to perfect to be ruined and I was not yet satified. Suddenly a brilliant idea flashed through my mind. I could feel a 1000 watt lightglobe flickering as it hovered inches above my head. It was genius. I carefully placed the angel in my arms on her side behind the couch, my hands brushed against the soft sunwarmed carpet as I pulled them out from under her warm body. We were hidden from the reaper of intimate moments, we were safe. I took my place on the carpet beside my love and looped my hand around her back and behind her neck. I pulled her towards me so close that I could smell the fruity fragrance of shampoo in her hair, I couldn't bare another moment of restraint and I pushed my lips aginst hers. Her soft lips moulded to mine as I began to kiss her and I tasted the very essence that made my life worth it, my elixer of life. My insatiable thirst had been quenched and slowly our lips parted, she slowly opened her eyes inches from mine, I could see the passion burning in her eyes as I held her like I would never see her again. Thats when I opened my eyes to the bellowing howles of a mad women.
It was my mother....
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