It seems time has slipped away as passion does from a couple who were endlessly in love.

When I saw you walking, I thought to myself that this is a vivacious woman.
Your hair was brown, your figure was viscously intoxicating, and you were wearing red, as your lips would allow you. You were intensely seductive and had captivated my attention. I kept a silent vigil about your presence, only my insides were aching to gently caress you. I stepped from behind the curtain to stare at you more closely, only you had slipped away into the night. I searched and I found your lingering perfume leading me towards you. I came to a sudden halt and to my dismay, I saw you w/ another man and a woman. I thought to myself, where can I go with this. I am obsessed w/ your beauty and intriguing magic, I could not phantom the idea that you were with someone other than me. I had not revealed my true feelings for you and I was not sure how to. I simply lusted after you night after night, in my thoughts you allowed me to do whatever I damn well pleased. I made passionate love to you and your beautiful body. I drank your juices that I could not get enough of. I wanted more of you each night and you provided a spread for me. I thought you were an illusion I was visioning but you were real, as you would allow.

I had envisioned that we were one and there was no one besides you. I was madly in love with you. The way you gazed at me from a distance and our eyes locked into each other, made me think we were meant for one another. When we wrapped ourselves into each other, our hearts were in rhythm and our bodies were hypnotized.

When our lips met and parted and our tongues met, felt as if you were inside of me w/ your passion. It was a feeling no one could feel. It was a desire a person has to feel on his or her own. Your presence and your grace were all that I looked for each night in the garden below. You would intoxicate me w/ beauty and I would be hypnotized throughout the evening. As you approached me, I could hear your heart beat inside my body, knowing you and I were one. When night came, you were eager to please me w/ your touch or your hot kisses on my neck. The thought of you near me makes me quiver w/ chills and wanting you close to me. I cannot even imagine my life with out you. You make a man guilty as sin and yet everything seems pleasant the way it is.

It is an imagination of a man admiring a perfect woman.. I bid you farewell and I will find write another story such as this to captivate your imagination.

The Shadow.


Chhaya Taylor

Valley Village, United States

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Artist's Description

This short story was written one night as I was unable to go to bed. I decided to write and title it as “Melinda”.



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