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The Mortal and the Goddess

Nahony Hiraldo

By π‘΅π’‚π’‰π’π’π’š π‘―π’Šπ’“π’‚π’π’…π’ Published 4 years ago β€’ Updated 4 years ago β€’ 6 min read
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The Secret Garden (the mortal chapter 1)

I have felt this feeling before, this feeling of being free.. again I have been dreaming. In as many nights in a row as possible, I have dreamed the same thing. I am walking through a green field alongside a crystal clear river, one where the stones and peebles in it can be seen as looking through a mirror. Giant trees decor the landscape underneath a sky full of orange.. fall they call it. And then, I see her. Sitting on top a rock near a waterfall, her long black hair gently falling along her shoulders down to her waist. Her golden brown skin glistening in the sun majestic light. She slighty turns to me, but I hide; my shyness always triumphs. Her hands playing in the water, no doubt admiring the glowing peebles in the water. There's something about her, I grow courage to ask her name.. and as I walk towards her, my hands are barely steady. She turns around and smiles to me, my eyes catches hers and suddenly time stops. The thunderous waterfall falls silents, standing still as snow in the ground. As I get near, my heart feels light, as if made of feather.. I ask her name.. she smiles and says: "My name is Na.." Gone Nothing. Silence.
As I open my eyes I realize that I am still in my bed, the first light of day creeping through the curtains. Just like every dream before, I never get her name. I find myself navigating through a concrete jungle where everybody looks the same. The mighty green trees I have seen are now tall boring grey towers, no magic at all. All this people, walking meaningless, bound to this material confine. Expressions, manners, one and the same.. There! You heard it? A whisper.. "Na.." I may be going crazy right now. Am I losing a grip on reality? Or is she out there?. As I get to my destination, someone catches my gaze.. "those eyes, I know them" I say to my self. I walk up to that someone and there she stand, smiling and out of my lips a "what's your name?" slips out. No name, just a laugh and a "you're funny". And so she leaves.. story of my life.
Thousand upon thousands of stars illuminate our nights, their light shining upon us. Beautiful, unreachable but perfect. Only but a godess is parallel to their beauty. So, is this what my mystery woman is? A goddess? As my soul wanders through the infinite wonders in the universe, never before has it feel like this. As free and courageous, inspired like never before.. still the question remained. How does one conquer a goddess? As my head rest above my pillow once again, all I can think and wish about is returning to that enchanted forest. With luck, this time, I can learn her name. I know that in my world, she does exist. But will she knows I exist?

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The Secret Garden (the Goddess chapter 2)

I see every night,

upon my head thousands of stars.

They are my every night roof.

While my heart pumps with a higher frequency.

In that garden of my dreams

I find you, once again.

My secret spot, my temple.

Right beside, a waterfall;

where lavender and jasmines

can grow together.

Where I occasionally get undressed;

I cannot tell

if I’m part of the landscape

or the landscape is inside of me.

Until one day,

when Morpheus turns the sky

into a master piece of lava waves.

I was sitting on a big rock, just staring

that clear and crystal water.

You where there all this time.

On that green meadow besides of those giant trees.

He was there staring at me with his deep eyes.

Beautiful light brown eyes.

I had never seen him before.

Not in that way.

He was really young,

with piercing eyes and a ruthless smile.

I loved his beard and how he looks at me.

I could almost feel his warm body above mine

but this cannot be

because it would be another illusion,

an illusion with a mortal, with a beautiful mind.

When he finally came towards me,

everything went slow,

My heart started jumping,

and our pupils became dilated even more,

while the thunderous waterfall suddenly went silent,

standing still as ice in the ground.

Until he reached me,

just asking for my name.

I know he knows it, but

he must discover it within himself.

He just needs to go through his heart,

and remember that our souls had danced for a thousand times

before we met each other.

He doesn’t see his true divinity whom sleeps inside.

So I would stay here waiting

for another thousand years.

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Twin Flame Dance (Paradise chapter 3)

For the first time in thousands of years, we were together. Many lives have passed between us, many memories. But somehow someway, we were again one. Emerald green fields underneath the silver light of the moon and dancing stars welcomed us. There, next to a waterfall right on the edge of the earth we lay. Its turquoise water falling of the edge, the mist evaporating. As I lay on top of her, my lips wandered her golden brown skin; Softly kissing her neck, while her hands grabbed me by the hips and pressed me harder into hers. With each movement, she rubed harder and harder, feeling my naked body.

She is the daughter of Uranus and Gaia. Her father had blessed her with eyes as beautiful as night with a touch of starlight, her mother with a smile as clear and pure as the blue oceans in her planet. But it was her soul, her true self which was unique. As a masterful symphony, her soul danced and a beautiful amethyst glimmer could be seen about her. I felt my soul whispering to her, dancing with each graze of our bodies. As I am looking in her eyes, I can only see her and only her. All the heavenly bodies that existed within the cosmos, none of them matter. Thousands upon thousands of years of waiting were finally over.
I grabbed her thighs, thrusting her lower body into mine. As she moaned in ecstasy, I kissed her.. bitting her bottom lip. Slowly, I began kissing my way down her chest.. her abdomen.. her hips. Her hands tightly gripping my hair and pressing my lips against her inner thighs. I could feel her respiration, her shortness of breath as I softly bited her. I grabbed her by the hips and brought her up to my lips and began to.. As her eyes widen, her pupils could see how the silver light of the moon began turning aqua blue. 
Her heart began to skip a beat, faster each second. A snow white comet rushed by the atmosphere, lower than what it is supposed to be. A mix of purple and blue colors decorated its magnificent tail announcing its passing. A gift from the gods or just a comet who lost its way? As the moon kept changing colors, so did the water on the colossal waterfall. First turquoise, then cobalt blue and lastly aqua blue.. the same as the moon. A faint melody began traveling in the breeze, as if the god Apollo had been watching. For in his prophecy it said: "And under a sky full of dancing and light, at long last, they will find each other. Since it is in their destiny for their souls to become one."
She pushed her hips up so she could feel me completely, my hands grabbing her golden brown thighs. She clenched her body with each soft thouch of my mouth. Slowly I kissed her, licked her.. tenderly.. lightly. As her pulse quickened, so did her heart and breath. Her head tilted backwards. She biting her lips as her hands tigthly grabbed my hair as if begging not to stop. Not now. But I did.. I stop and turn her over, made her face the now turquoise water. Whispered in her ear to get on her knees, but I don't know why I said that or what came over me. As I continue to kiss and lick her softly, every sound and breeze stopped. Still biting her lip, she threw an open palm fist to the ground. Shaking uncontrollably, she turn her head to see me. I feel her getting there, to that point where the next step is total ecstasy. Moist, wet.. funny mortal words but precise description of this. Her eyes couldn't focus.. her mind racing. What happens next..? Only they can tell you.. for in the leyes of the goddess Aphrodite: "desire is lived, not told".

Love

About the Creator

π‘΅π’‚π’‰π’π’π’š π‘―π’Šπ’“π’‚π’π’…π’

Writer

Poetry / Short Stories

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