Chapter 34

Athena was in a lawn. It was so large that it seemed to stretch on forever. The lush green grass touched her bare feet, brushing against her heel. The wind held the smell of wet mud as the clouds thundered monstrously. 

She stood at the precipice of chaos itself. Clad in a black gown. 

She recognized it for what it was. A dream.

"I remember the day you wore this gown for the very first time. I was enamoured by your beauty even back then. You looked like the queen that you are. I remember thinking how endless our eyes were and how beautiful your hair looked when they were not falling all over your face."

Athena heard Caibre's voice getting closer with each moment. 

She did not turn around for she knew what she would see. She did not have the strength to see him just yet. 

All too soon she felt his body just behind her, touching and yet far away. She felt the brush of is chest against her bare back. She felt his eyes on her. He did not have to see her face to know how she looked like in that moment. 

He took one step back so his fingers could brush her back. 

"Lace always looked exquisite on you. I remember marveling at the deep plunge of your back and wondering how it would feel to touch your skin."

The tips of his fingers traced the bare skin, moving down slowly. Tracing the line of lace as it weaved against her back.

"Wondering how warm skin felt. How it would feel under my lips. But, I was so scared …"

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her stark against his body. Palms taking possession of her. 

She felt his lips against her neck. Felt him curl the front string of her gown around his finger before pulling it savagely, almost as if he had claimed her. Like she belonged to him. 

"In that moment you were mine. I saw it in your eyes. Back then you were mine. Looking at you in this gown brings it all back like it was yesterday. 

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.

A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.

Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.

A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

Do you still feel the same way as you did when I first recited it to you?

Will you still respond the same?"

He reached between the gap of neck, pushing the front open. Exposing her breasts to his inquisitive fingers. 

"See her breast cupped; stretch the stitches of her blouse.

As if swollen with milk, my flame only her water could douse.

Lingers of secluded comfort, like a forest cottage house.

My fingers warm between her soft cleavage, like a hiding mouse."

He cupped her breasts pulling at her nipples, listening to her moan.                 

  "Her body heats up, her sweat gives off a scent so rare.

Undress her body, sounds of her clothes as they tear.

Like electric musical notes, rise from her body like hair.

No other woman has ever had a skin so fair.

Like a roses petals, no other flower could compare.

Taunting Eden's apple, as if to rival a pear."

He lay her down on the grass, pushing up the skirt, feeling her thighs shake. Athena refused to open her eyes. She refused to look at him. She refused to look at him. Look into his eyes. Sared she would see that the man she once loved was truly and utterly gone. Scared how it would break her. She could not see what she had done to him. And yet she couldn't help but respond to him. Respond to a memory she did not recognize. To a love that once was.

"See her sway her thighs and hips.

Like a rose in the wind, petals swell from the tips

Softest leather feel, back arched like a crack from the whip.

Tall smooth legs, like a mast of a ship.

And the rain on her sails, taste of honey to lips."

He parted her legs apart, looking at her lips before bending down on his knees and kissing her there .

"Your arms like shields, rose's petal points lifted.

Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.

Easily make a man's emotions feel shifted.

Dancing in the mind of every dream he has drifted.

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.

Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.

And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.

Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Her smooth bottled neck, over her soft shoulders

Holds a face of beauty, eyed in all beholders.

A rose lost in the forest, graceful, triumphant, and wild.

Enchanted mystic youth, pretty, majestic, like a fairy's child.

Beautiful arms even Hercules could not grace.

Like two pythons, leave a man breathless in embrace.

And the pressure they do impart,

Have the power to forever imprison your lover in your heart."

"I could never forget her sweet smelling perfumed hair.

It did always smell of vanilla …

Blowing in the air as if God's winds, were trying to stare.

Her eyes which contact made you frozen,"

He looked from between her legs long enough to look into her eyes, to find them closed. He wanted her to look at him. To possess her the way he once did.

"Put you in a spell that made you swear that you were chosen.

Trapped in fleeting notions,

Her lips tasting of Love's potions.

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.

A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.

Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.

A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

Look at me one more time … be mine.

Just one last time."