Grilvex: a monologue
My mind erupts as I lay upon the bed, sweet satin and silk caressing my limbs. Such welcomed bliss found in it's
warmed embrace- embrasure. Something I've not felt in forever.
"How sweet it would be to feel her touch, her sirens voice ringing in my ears, taking me on a trip, an Odyssey. Unlike
Odysseus I'd gladly surrender myself to the dangers of her embrace, just to feel her lips upon mine- a sweet demise I'd
welcome any day."
A fickle movement, an upset pillow descends from the bed. A silken silhouette of blue fabric, quiet unknown sexual
appeal. And yet it is missing something, a woman's touch... perhaps the subtle feeling of her body gracing my sheets.
Even sweeter sexual appeal- her appeal.
"God... the last time you felt her, such bliss. Perhaps another night alone," a sweet sigh passing my lips as quieted
thoughts meander through my mind. "I'd rather spend the night alone than be without her embrace."
A tender kiss, her sweet breath caressing the back of my neck and still I remember. I turn suddenly and realize the
truth, it's only the ghost of her memory -- so sad, it has me at it's mercy, inhabiting my body using my body like it's
host. No matter what happens, what I do, I feel it- Feel her.
"Is it so bad to miss her, each sensual curve... her witty comments. The grey flecked with silvern tinges upon her eyes.
Just once, I want to feel her... again."
Must it be this way? Do I have to miss her so, even if I do... do I complain? No, why complain.. she's just the only
thing that matters now. Even moreso, does life really mean so little without her?
"Of course, you linger upon her memory... act as if she's the only thing for you. You've touched others, even fucked
them. But one detail remains the same: it's not the same unless it's your little succubus. Such a sweet girl, a veritable
lolita for one so versed. She's so young, and yet innocence betrays her."
And yet the one thought passes my mind. Day after day, I think of her body against mine. I think of the day when she'll
finally be mine again. A slow shifting, the sheets wrinkling as my body contorts, a sidelong glance upon the red lights
upon the clocks face. My mind betrays me with a subtle yet welcome thought: -Sweet demoness, I want to pull her
closer. I wish I could feel the tender feeling of her body against me. Lovely mistress, command me once more.
Please I beg of you.-
A slow calm sigh and I lay my head, eyes closing momentarily to be bathed in her glow once more. That tender kiss
upon my lips, the sweet breath upon my shoulder; and this time, the feel of her body pressed against mine. Sad to
realize... once again it's her memory... a ghost- damned ghost.
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