I watched the contours of her body, smooth lines like the ripples of a river, long dark hair pulled tight and the small of her back revealed to the world in all its splendid glory. It was the beginning to all tacit unpredictability and broken hearts, the end to all romance. Precocious temptations were swirling through my sordid mind, separating reality from the intangible, insatiable borders of my imagination; and the fairytale darkness, broken only by the ethereal light of the moon, shaded the entire scene with magnificent and glorious hues. As if she were the instantaneous stroke of a paint brush, with all its elegance and impulsive movement, she faded into

the murky path, towards the lumbering fatefulness of unknown destinations.  BEGINNING

I suddenly remembered our first encounter, the way her lips were lush and pink with unrequited desire. Our passion seemed immediate and voracious. My apartment smelled like chocolate and sex, with condom wraps and cigarette stubs strewn across the hardwood floors. Life is built out of these forbidden moments, the ones you choose to remember, the ones you occasionally stumble upon and fill you only with sorrow, and the moments which hide in the back of our mind because of their redundancy,  or because if we were to remember they would destroy us from the inside out. END

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