The Thrills and pitfalls of the heart and soul (A portfolio of micro fictions) Sodalite

 Sodalite 

 

There she is. Emerging from between the clouds in all her glory.  

Late summer moons never fail to captivate me and this one is giving just about everything I need. Iridescent, an opal nestled in sodalite. We’ve been waiting all night for her to fight through the clouds. What a moment she chose.  

What an entrance! 

Ruby is just inches from my body, I’m too drunk to remember what was happening before the moon exposed herself with delicious laziness. The Luna queen, so close that I could reach out and lick her.  

Awestruck, she turns to me, pupils dilated. She had risen to her feet when the goddess was unveiled, water sliding off her naked body in rivulets that shimmered. Wisps of steam curling off her skin. 

Yet now she sinks back down, hot wetness enclosing over her with a spray of droplets and excitement. So captivatingly alive with joy and wonderment that I wish I could have been the one to put the moon in the sky for her.  

 Through the mist of heat, the radiance of the moon illuminates her skin; her full moistened lips.   

I want her to look at me the same way she does the night sky.  

 Whatever I had been going to say or do before that full disc appeared is no longer important. There is only one thing I want right now, only one thing I need. It's not a choice at this point. It's a force; something that cannot be fought or discarded or abandoned.  

I pull her closer, she is slippery against my skin. It feels divine. Otherworldly. I can no longer tell if the goddess is in the sky or the water. Until my lips press against hers.  

Consumed by softness and warmth, hands roving, tongue delving with slow purposeful circles. So agonisingly pleasurable, I never want it to end. 

Then, I know.  

The goddess is here. With me. 

 In the water.