Invitation to the ecstatic

She, whose eye first found me inside the whirring train, a week ago, amidst the bustle of folks, delivering themselves to future selves but never finding purchase. Her pupils held me in their expanse, a seeking quality, questioning, imploring me to get to know her more. So I made my move with a casual saunter that also, I fear, betrayed my anxiety. Lead me to temptation, my love.

She, I knew was more than she presented. A goddess clothed in mortal flesh, and I knew to be cautious, for a goddess is not to be trifled with. Yet, as I said, she beckoned me with her eyes to know her, and undressed my ego with her spirit. I sat and said hello.

She sighed, and let me know that she was grateful for my company, and wanted to show me something that perhaps I hadn’t seen. I startled a bit, not knowing what to say, because I had yet to speak, and her air of familiarity was that of an old friend, or lover.

We left the train, and I remained speechless in her presence. I felt embraced, and hot, like my body was burning off impurities. We turned into a darkened alley, which became enveloped in light when she took my hand. Colors and geometries, overwhelmed my senses, and my knees buckled as I looked upon her, and saw her true ecstatic form.

She told me that I was loved, and spread herself before me, an awesome all encompassing embrace. Inside, all the horrors of my past, danced before my eyes, as if to warn me of my lack of worth, but with a smile, she dispelled them and beckoned me for a kiss.

And with that kiss, I felt myself burning through my fears, and shame, and becoming something new and more. We kissed, and to anyone who saw, perhaps it looked like nothing more than reckless passion of two new lovers, but I swear this was not that, or wasn’t simply that.

And then she opened up her legs for me to come and play inside. ‘Play’ she said, and guided me, into her entrance, and I wanted nothing more, unburdened as I was from my shame and guilt and pain. And we simply stayed a moment, in that place where we allowed, and I could see that she was pleased for me and for her self as well. And I felt not myself, but also very much anew, as if coming home but finding it in a foreign land. And I couldn’t quite see her the way she appeared upon the train.

And she invited me to please and to be please, and allow myself to feel the depths of everything I had bottled up, and if I felt the pleasure mounting, not to hold it back. And so, i allowed myself to feel with her, in all the ways I hadn’t. And when I came she held my gaze, and I dissolved into my own reflection in her eyes, and suddenly I wasn’t myself, but also everything in her, and everything around. The distant sound of laughter, cars and sirens, stars and space and planets. Years that passed and years to come. And when I came down, she was gone.

And I was still on the train. Looking at a women who was reading a book. And she looked at me, gave me a knowing smile and continued reading, until the train pulled up to the station, and the stop was hers. She packed her things and made for the door, but before she left, she nudged my shoulder, and silently offered me the book. And then she left. And then she was gone.

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