"This is some smooth wine, cara bella!" he is savouring every sip as we carefully observe the paintings in the museum.
My
lover
and I have come a long way, it has been over a year now, and we still
hide our trepidation and bravely face the society that surrounds us. It
is just pure love and frank
lust that binds us. Together, we talk about many things, some
serious academics, and some tough naughtiness to beat, yet we maintain
our zing in the most plain and simple approaches that we know.
"Yes, bubeleh!
It is fine wine. Well, what do you think of this painting?" ask I as we
stop before a painting which is so captivating. It is an oil painting
of a nude woman, whose body looks as if it was sculpted by the finest of
sculptors. Yet, her eyes seem disturbingly pale and mysterious. My
beloved knows a lot, and he loves literature, but now he too has fallen
silent before this painting.
"Tish,
this painting is beautiful. It is a nicely done artwork, perhaps by an
artist who tried to express his affection for his lover through colours
on canvas" he says gulping down the last bit of wine from his glass.
Seeing my eyes fixed on the painting, he fails to resist his humour, and
so, he carelessly but lovingly teases me by whispering into my ears, "Tish,
she is a beautiful woman, but I have my eyes set on the woman who is
standing beside me, naked or fully clothed, doesn't matter!" A
coquettish smile spreads across my face, and I immediately buy the
painting. He does not understand the intentions behind this hasty
purchase, and I tell him that there is a tale that will unfold before
him tonight. His eyes gleam in pure bliss and his face reflects all the
naughty thoughts.
*****
The
painting matches the decor of our humble abode by the woods. We are not
bothered by any societal labels, instead we wake up to the songs of the
rustling leaves, chirping birds and gentle zephyrs. A log cabin
surrounded by nature is both soothing and terrifying. He and I are happy
to be in this little cabin, for this isolation brings out our monstrous
desires, and simultaneously we feel safe in each other's arms.
He
comes to bed, and in his baritone voice asks me, "So, what story will I
be listening to or seeing tonight?" As he begins to kiss my arm and
makes his way to my neck, his hand gently runs inside my tees and
unhooks my bra. I cannot resist him, and my wetness yield becomes rich.
He nibbles on my earlobes, making his every touch erotic. Asserting his
weight on me, he goes up and down, I let him in. Listening to what I
want, he exactly does that and makes me feel good. We make love!
"Ah...
that was a good one! Now tell me, sweetie, what is so beautiful about
this painting?" Wiping the little sweat on his forehead, he lights a
cigarette and awaits for my response.
Playfully snatching his cigarette, I take a deep drag and say, "Bubeleh, this painting has a tale to tell. Do you know the story of Psyche?"
*****
Psyche
was the most beautiful mortal woman anyone had ever seen. Her beauty
was glorified so much that the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, herself
envied Psyche. But the men only admired Psyche's beauty, nobody came
forward to take her hands in marriage. Unable to see his daughter in
distress, the King visited the oracle of Delphi, and asked Apollo for
his help. Listening to the King, Apollo delivered a terrible prophesy,
and Psyche was sent to the mountains, where she waited for the hideous
creature to come and take her.
Upon
waking up, Psyche found herself in a huge palace. She learned the
splendours of the place and its luxury, but was forbidden to look at the
creature who married her. The creature returned to Psyche, his wife,
every night. Psyche was happy, she was loved, but the only thing that
was slowly eating her away was that she was not allowed to see her
husband.
One
day, she took a candle near the creature and was surprised to see that
her husband was the most handsome man she could have ever imagined. It
was Eros, the son of Aphrodite. The drop of burning wax accidentally
awakened Eros, and he was deeply hurt by this betrayal.
Immensely
angered by Psyche's act, Eros in a firm tone said, "You were forbidden
to see how I look, but your curiosity knew no limits. You tried to seek
security in knowledge and destroyed our relationship!" Having uttered
these words in pure detest of Psyche, Eros disappeared into the dark.
Psyche
felt terribly sad and looked for her husband everywhere. She finally
went to Aphrodite and pleaded her to talk to her son. Aphrodite sought
this as the opportune moment and gave Psyche three cruel tasks to
finish. The first task was to separate the seeds of wheat, millet and
other grains from a small dune. The second was to fill a jar of water
from River Estige, a river known for its awful and abhorrent
torrents. Psyche managed to complete these two tasks. Aphrodite crafted
the third one which would truly test Psyche's mettle. She was asked to
go to Hades, the underworld, and bring the elixir of beauty to
Aphrodite. Psyche was not supposed to open the box, but her curiosity
compelled her to err once again. In the box, she did not see the elixir,
instead there was Morpheus, the god of sleep and dreams, hiding. Psyche
fell asleep.
Eros
found out what had happened and went to Zeus for help. He begged Zeus
to save Psyche. Zeus was amazed by their love, and agreed to help Eros.
He even made Psyche immortal so that the two lovers could be together
for eternity.
*****
"Fascinating story!" he kissed me on my cheek and cupped my swelling breasts.
"It is, dear. Psyche means soul or breath of life, and Eros means desire" I say this as he sucks on my nipples.
"What about their child?" he asks me with a naughty smile.
And I once again heighten the mood by saying, "Their child is Hedone, the god of pleasure!"
*****
I always wonder how do you get wonderful story line.
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