Present Of Desire

The sound of Spanish music blasting in our ears, the hundreds of people moving their bodies in the rhythm of the melody and altogether admiring the beautiful evening sky that seems to be inhaling all the relaxation and naturalism of the colossal, vivid park surrounding us in this gloomy, summery night of celebration.

„You good?“, Lucy approaches, captivatingly moving her hips to the beat. „Por supuesto, simplemente admirando esta magnífica noche al máximo.“, though my response gets swallowed by the shift in tune. Suddenly, gasping sounds spread all over the room and a few people put their hands on their mouths, some of which are smeared with lipstick.
„It is an honor for me to introduce you to today’s birthday girl!“, I drag myself to the white, vintage-looking bar, which is covered in a wreath of dried flowers that miraculously shimmer in the evening’s light, to satisfy my thirst. „Una cerveza con mucha espuma, pro favor.“, but somehow, I don’t get an answer. Instead, the bar keeper remains freeze and carries on pouring beer into the long-over-leached glass. „What is wrong with all those people…“, I notice myself mumbling, as the next song starts playing: „Long way 2 go by Cassie“ – sure her absolute favorite song. I can’t tell how many times I’ve seen her dancing and effortlessly waving her hips from one side to the other to this particular song and then, there she is. Her satin, tight-fitting, eye-catching dress, emphasizing her slim waist and lean arms that now travel up and down her breathtaking body, eyes locked with mine. I don’t know how I managed to call the most beautiful woman on earth my girlfriend, but I love her for now, walking up to me, tracing my muscles with her long, graceful fingers, and planting a loving kiss on my cheek. „You know what?“, the playful smile and attentive gaze of hers drives me crazy. „What?“, my voice low and desirable, desirable for more, more of her making everything around us seem invisible, and more of our proximity closing. Then her most preferred lyrics invade and as I place my hands on the thin line between her lower abdomen and pelvis, we press against each other and just feel the music soaking up our souls into the movement and constraining our hearts to combine into a connection. She gently rolls her lower arms around my neck, and we meet each other’s eyes again, before Audrey reaches on her tiptoes, and we fall into a deep, longing kiss that enlivens our surroundings.

„Tonight, I’m all yours.“

The music leaps back into each person’s ear, but we are there, in a different place, somewhere where only we truly perceive ourselves and everyone else doesn’t matter…