Warning: 18+
Springtide drizzles embraced softly the young grass thinly sown on the ground, some sprouts had budded to take in the sunshine. She lifted her sedge hat, brunette hair swang before her moth eyebrows. Starting from his glacial face, her eyesight broadened all over vastly green grassland adorned with wild flowers.
“My grandma named it Love Valley.” She giggled, turning her back on him. She was like a farming lassie who had traveled many centuries to the future far from her own, when she told him she detested the concrete structures of the metropolis and there was a place she would definitely invite her fiánce to come. And she invited him there.
Her “Love Valley” located at the hollow interlinking two lofty and lee-sided mountain ranges, the slopes met each other within the stream flowing smoothly to the side which she said to have been a small lake if we had moved a bit downwards. Surrounding there were all flowers and woods, with some flocks of butterflies and bees that were hovering around for sipping on nectar. The soil surface steamed with floras’ humidity, covered in verdurous tone. His pupils rolled, since to look in general, that place featured itself as the paradise “Eden” on earth hiding amongst rocks and stones. Moss was overgrown on the grayish mountain edges, which made them grassgreen and musty, a kind of early dew scenting inside the endless blooming fragrance that kept bothering his top nose. And his thought directed to the lady beside him in an instance. Her complexion was shoven with the wafting but untamed scent that was accurately similar to the one of that valley.
“Which Love?” He questioned, walking after her, his hands traced on the undomesticated Anthuriums between the fresh meadow.
“She only allowed those who loved this place to look after it. Although it was still pure land, not my family’s property. But you know, humankind, they don’t possess it while they try to protect it. They do that in the name of love. So the valley was taken care of by volunteer love instead of profit.” Her footsteps found their way in a low pace on the ground filled with petals which she had no clues about their names. Then all of a sudden, she turned, pointing her small forefinger at the wooden house lying vertically to the slope. “Grandma used to come here once every week. She didn’t intend to build a shelter up there, but grandpa was worried enough to go against his wife. She stayed there temporarily anytime she returned as well, and she even had the chance to contemplate more of the afar beauty she had missed because of the only nigh view. She didn’t want to interrupt this gifted scenery with that house, meanwhile, she regretted having left so many extravagant ones, so it remains, solely lonely, though she passed away 6 years ago. Grandpa couldn’t dismantle it as he thinks part of her soul had rested in peace in that wooden structure, my parents are just too busy with the cash game to give a damn care about this secluded area in the meantime.”
“Such human beings.” He bent his back, sitting on a 10-centimet-high mound, within the cracks were several sprouting vines.
He was not a nature lover, but he did not hate it completely. On the contrary, he knew how to enjoy this life in different circumstances. So her metropolitan hatred was not a matter to him at all. He had always been taking it easy to the bitterness of life’s sense yet sometimes too gentle, the reason why he thought he needed somebody who loves to be alive within the obvious boundaries so that he would not have to be wobbling every single night without the endings. He did not need to wobble since he needed to keep her eyes dried after the desperate sob, though he guessed she was still concealing the teardrops on her eyelashes in the moment their backs laid against each other. Apparently, anyone who had disciplines and rules for themselves carried a greater pain than the intemperate one like him. He could not get through the definition of pain, of course except for the pain on fleshes and bones. However, was it similar to his instability at midnight he had been putting himself into? He was neither hurt, nor delighted. It was silently an ordinary feeling sneaking into each single cell on his physique, circulating along with hemoglobin and absorbing thoroughly to his heart. He remembered a thing from 3 years ago, he disappeared for a whole week posterior to their first night together, while her eyes were blushing the day he came back. He thought nothing had changed, he was not required to make a bond with something no matter his inamorata was a strict person. But that day he saw her eyes sinking in vermeil whilst her smile blossomed, and he asked whether she was mad at him.
“I am not. It’s just, I am not used to it yet.”
After that time, he was still him, totally vanished for some moments, but he loved her. Or he did not, but a love-alike sentiment that he framed, quietly forced him to notify her of his infrequent disappearance. It was not frustrating since his life was born out of any limitations or disciplines. “Notify her” was also a newly interesting experience even though she did not ask him to. Ever since, he did not see her reddish, expecting night eyes anymore. Occasionally, she even got home later than him, she did not explain like how he did not long to know. But right after she climbed onto the bed sheet, her feeble arms went around his shape, once in a while when his fingers tangled with some curls was enough to burst out a candid flower bud on her lips. His behavior was unable to be anticipated, but her hug had become a sure thing for him. Notwithstanding, lasting darkness had never treated her well, he once came across her whimpering under the cotton blanket in the chamber’s shadow on days he would get home real late. Neither did he say nor question but changing his sleeping suit then lay down next to her, diving his head into her ocean of hair echoing the shiny hair waves, and seeded on her nape a rosa vermelha, before he heard her breaths getting in rhythmic way and eyes dew melting into the nowhere.
“What do you think?”
Her sound brought him back to the presence, amidst the valley fried in subtle purple dusk.
“Like the Eden,”
His words dropped, her soft palm nestled on the back of his hand tremulously. She stretched her dress onto her thighs, calmly loosening herself beside him on the mound. The afternoon twilight poured a silky light ribbon down on her skin, which sparkled the thin fuzz embracing her pulchritude countenance. His hand reached forwards, pulling her closer. The silhouettes of two lips overlaid the floor, darkened and distinguished thanks to the dazzling sky background. He love-bit her trembling rose petals, squirreling her inner kisser in a playful way within the passionate honey dew. Her eyelashes dimmed, the quiver running along her spine almost got her fainted onto the front guy. She pushed her hands feebly on his brawny chest, forcedly sundered her own from the ardent tongues’ tango. The steamy exhalation touching his engaged pharynx captivated his consciousness immediately, the black jacket was hurriedly spread over the grassland huddled by few of wild daisies, and he lifted her back down there.
The muse’s curves showed up every inch, that he could not assure if it was the hallucination of sunset for what he felt her physique so lusciously sensitive and moist?
Afar rebounding the streaming sound between the slopes, at the same time the valley’s amidst ricocheting the dampish noise of physical exposures joined by him and her. Her redolence and florets’ fragrancy softened into each other as an alluring drenched gift, he caressed her in a relentless passion like a male butterfly getting drunk on the almost blooming rose. She held the hovering shape above tightly and was incapable of persisting in thinking properly, that her little remaining sobriety was slipping off her mind in despair. She could sense the strongly fresh scent of floras, with the thought that those perfume molecules were blasting out themselves in the atmosphere around her, which blended into the stripping sweat drops on his body although just a while they would take turns dropping down her heated bosoms. His masculine part penetrated her, every pleasurable note just made her out of her voice and trembled her body to squeeze him tighter. Her sanity whined for the numb shame outspreading over her lower belly, the feeling of hunting physical pleasures at an open space with the fiánce to whom occasionally she wondered about his love towards her, was so mind breaking. Her peachy cheeks hooked on by some late dews falling from the couple of gemstone eyes,then keeping up with the melodic locomotion which eventually turned to her sounding weep that could be assumed to tear out the heartfelt gold-paved sky piece.
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Ivory moon hung itself behind high branches, enlightening her fragile shoulders curling up in his lap. Gently, his lips compressed on her dried-out rosy cheekbone, pushing her waist to snuggle with him.
“You know, in Genesis written that Adam and Eve once resided in the Eden of God. God told them that they were allowed to eat any fruits in the garden, except for the fruits on the middle tree. Or they usually call it ‘Forbidden Fruit’.” She lifted up, putting her head on her palms. The brunette hair stream felt like it was lengthened further by the darkened red festoon maturing under the night sky.
“Yeah, but later they ate forbidden fruit imprudently and got exiled to this earth realm, right?” His hand gamboled on her bare back, dreamfully shutting his eyes.
“That’s what I heard. It is spread that the devil disguised as a serpent and lured Eve to eat because she would achieve the wise as great as God. In the end, Eve persuaded Adam to join her.”
“I see.” A sigh failed to hold on his lips, and her palm let go of her head.
/This time the serpent did not induce Eve to go against the Deity, instead, it killed her./
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He shockingly got up in the middle of the “Eden”, nearly 49 days ago he called this valley by that palatial appellation. Nevertheless, “Valley of the love”, or “Eden” are all going down to the meaningless ocean. What stayed in the memory of a man having lost his fiáncee was only “Valley of the death”. That scene was carved showily onto him, which was a lightly purple afternoon coming after their primary intercourse on this land, she was on her side between the wild colorful flower bushes as a lassie being deep in her slumber. But her complexion was pale, the discolored rose petals no longer could bloom, she lay there inertly whilst out of the two bite traits on her thigh, blood had stopped seeping into stream. He had never seen the serpent ever since he tagged along with her to this valley, until the very moment she gave up at the edge of life amidst the solely mountainous woods, never had the serpent shown up to him. Or else, was it only passing by in that jiff just to put an end in her foolish disciplined way of loving? Alternatively, did it mean to cut off utterly the amorous ecstasy of a wanderer who should have hung on all night long to befriend the sentimental thing that he knew so well it was choking him up? He did not have a clue. He could not clarify what he was thinking of, he did not get for what reason he had to be so into it.
A poisonous serpent creeped silently in the figuration of darkness, but useless. Eve, whom its mission was to kill off, demised already. There came a reason why the serpent observed him in quiescence, to expect if she would come back for him from any sprout, then it would grab the chance to steal her away once more.
He downed his back on the grass carpet, heading upon for the view of the serpent’s sparkling skin, in the meantime of the anticipation to leave that place at 9PM on his old wheels. He intended to go somewhere real far and real long since it made him feel worthy. This was supposedly the thing he should have done since 2, 3 weeks before, without his awareness that her disappearance would be annoying this much. The skin front of him budged calmly, the glowing points started moving into a round shape, curling up together to form her sleeping eyes. However, why, why were her eyes on the serpent’s skin?
“Should I wait for you to open your eyes?”
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