Our Forbidden Love

Night crawls deeply into the rhythm of my soul, flowing with the sultry twist and turn of my hips and setting my pulse alive. As I move, I close my eyes, entranced by the increasing, alluring sound. I have waited so long for this day, to welcome my forbidden love home.

A love that sprung from our two families, at hate and in war over wealth. Old feud that seeps through the dust and cracks of our village, poisoning the footprints of time. An offensive odour that I wish to wipe clean and mask with the fresh alluring scent of spice. Flavours that speak of a deep, forbidden love, that arose from the ashes of hate.

The music is raw, masking the rage of battle, as the drummers pelt out their tales of freedom. Blossoming in the dark, my soul's roots sprout and twist, pulsating a deep, rhythmic light of desire throughout my reviving body. I have freed myself from the torture of war and roam freely out in the night air.

Amongst the busy, sultry market stands, I wander, passing by local villagers and glancing at the exotic spices that unleash their aroma. Gorgeous paprika glistens in a beauteous mound, rich in its aroma. I pay the market vendor for a small amount, salivating in anticipation of an exotic meal. A taste to inflame the heart of my love.

The stars in the sky dazzle with desire, like my secret, harboured soul. A risk taker, I am not intending to return home, yet wish to discover my own pathway. Attuning myself once more to the drum beats, I close my eyes and jive away, allowing the electric anticipation of excitement to flood my soul. Soon, I hope to be free from the danger.

After some time, a raw, familiar spicy scent hits its sharp note, springing my eyelids open with excitement. As the music down tempos, I grind my feet deep into the sand, the tassels of my skirt hitting the bare skin of my thighs.

I feel two strong hands pressing against my hips and breathe in a familiar, tantalising scent: an alluring cinnamon, infused with deep cherry wine. Peering over my shoulder, I meet his intense, green gaze; his untamed, brown hair setting my heart alight.

The music intensifies, the drum beats now accompanied by Spanish guitar. A tune that tingles deep within, alighting my desire. Our eyes stare into each other's, bodies tingling, raw and ready. Leaning closer, he presses his hips firmly against mine. I feel his heat, his desperation, his forbidden soul.

I can't take my eyes off him. His deep, intense gaze has plagued my dreams as I ventured into moments that I should not be considering with him. If my family knew ...

Is it wrong to feel this passion? To want to express my desires? To allow him to kiss me, like he is now, brushing his soft lips across my cheek? Closing my eyes, I allow myself to feel the passion, to grind my hips against his. His hand grazes my shoulder and my eyes shoot open, my heart beating wildly.

"Samira ..." Veldo breathes my name huskily, his heat burning and setting my soul afire. Crooking my chin with his finger, he leans closer towards me. I accept his kiss hungrily, circling his tongue with mine. I am hazy with passion, the drum beats pulsating wildly through my body, pushing me to go further, to submit to my deepest desire. The desire for freedom with Veldo, away from the relentless danger, burns intensely within me.

Minutes pass in our bittersweet intimacy, the atmosphere heavily breathing with our own entanglement. As if with compassion, the sandy ground disappears from beneath our sure feet, yet the drum beats remain, carrying the assuredness of our souls. Tall trees ascend the space around us, brushing our heated skins assuredly with their branches and gifting us their romantic, fallen leaves.

Gorgeous elm leaves, their special scent comforting me deeply in the shining moonlight. In our intimacy, we are wrapped by the dark cloak of night's comforting blanket, which hangs from my shoulders. Starlight sparks its energy brightly off my arms, exuding with the scent of the paprika that I pocketed earlier.

Veldo kisses my arms gently, savouring their flavour."Delicious," he sighs with satisfaction. "You allure me, Samira, away from the battle." He drops to his knees. "I crumble at your feet, desiring nothing more than to taste more of home with you."

"Welcome home, my love," my heart beats happily, along with the steady drums. Dropping to the ground, I lean towards Veldo, pressing my lips firmly against his. His cinnamon soul is tasty and intoxicating, melting my anxieties. I have nothing to fear here with my love. Lying back, I moan, burning alight as he strokes my thighs and lifts my tasseled skirt. How can this be so wrong when it feel so right?

The night air sparks alight with hot, fevered stars. Grabbing hold of his hand, I guide him to adorn me with his cinnamon. He caresses me gently, dusting my body with granules of the spice, which he licks away with his tongue. Moaning, I arch my back, drawing him closer to my burning loins.

Mixed paprika and cinnamon, a tasty combination, unified in a hot, pulsating rhythm. Releasing our burdens to the assuring drum beat, our spirits rise above our world, sparking determinedly with the bright hope of starlight's freedom.

Happy Valentine's Day! An exclusive story to celebrate the special significance of true love.

Warm regards,

Susan L. Marshall