Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Kiss



I was sulking - over what I don't remember anymore.

He paid it no mind and instead, playfully wrapped an arm around my neck and rocked it back and forth - not quite a bear hug, more of a cub strangle.

I shot him a mock-dagger look only to be met by a pair of eyes twinkling with mischief. He was bad news : the "town whore" was an accurate - if loving - moniker. And yet, when he drew me closer, I didn't bother to resist.

I closed my eyes as our lips met in a moist, tender kiss. He had full lips - the kind I like to nibble and suckle on when I smooch. It was warm in that crooked embrace, and in this brash, boisterous, flirtatious boy I caught a glimpse of my old self again.

And then we kissed some more, and I remember thinking how good it was to kiss. To surrender to passion, to lust, to sexual excitement again - even if love wasn't in the equation.

Our lips parted. I opened my eyes to look at him.






And then I woke up.
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13 comments:

  1. red the modFebruary 28, 2010 at 4:07 AM

    Vivid. Lucid. When reality fails, we'll make our own.

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  2. Eternal Wanderer...February 28, 2010 at 4:41 AM

    oh ruddie, i didn't know you could be exquisitely lyrical!

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  3. Ming MeowsFebruary 28, 2010 at 5:38 AM

    sayang nabokya. try ko someday makipagkiss sayo tapos babasahin ko yung lyrical translation.

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  4. engelFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:47 AM

    i hate that i don't remember my dreams. even dreams like that. sigh.

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  5. EloisaFebruary 28, 2010 at 2:55 PM

    so anticlimactic! haha...i was expecting more drama, rudeboy. :-) love the detailing, though.

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  6. rudeboyFebruary 28, 2010 at 6:18 PM

    @ Sonia : Egads. Do I strike you as a drama queen, then? As Fergie so eloquently sang: "No, no drama. You don't want no drama."

    Anticlimactic? That I would have to wholeheartedly agree with. It was the complete opposite of a wet dream, which naturally left me high and dry.

    @ engel : I only remembered because I wrote it down as soon as I woke up.

    @ Ming : Are you propositioning me, Ming Meows?

    @ Ternie : My prose is scads better than my poetry.

    @ red : Vivid. As in Video.

    But snarking aside, yes, it was so lucid, and so real. I could still feel the warmth moments after I awoke.

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  7. Eternal Wanderer...February 28, 2010 at 8:58 PM

    of course well KNOW what that warmth on your pillow and blankets was.

    lolz

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  8. rudeboyFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:01 PM

    @ Ternie : No, I stopped salivating on my pillows in my sleep when I was 7.

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  9. citybuoyMarch 1, 2010 at 4:16 AM

    is it just me or is this such a departure from your previous posts. i dunno. i really like it. i don't think it's anticlimactic at all. i think it pulls out before the complications settle.

    good job! :D

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  10. iuricoMarch 1, 2010 at 11:21 AM

    very nicely written indeed. I can almost picture who he is.

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  11. wanderingcommuterMarch 1, 2010 at 4:03 PM

    i wonder kung nararamdaman mo din yung facial hair sa panaginip mo1 nyahahaha

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  12. UnknownMarch 1, 2010 at 4:13 PM

    whoah, that is hot pics.. hehehehe.. cool story.

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  13. Soul YaoiMarch 29, 2010 at 3:17 PM

    Evil semi-wet dreams!!!

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