Sergio

I sat there. Feeling the utmost pleasure surge yet creep throughout my entirety. The sun setting, reflecting off of the flora and babbling creek; manifested hues of orange and yellow that glowed off of her fair skin. Perhaps it was just me or maybe the fluid was at fault but I dare say there was a hint of purple that swirled within those vivid colors. Her lips were as mesmerizing and inviting as her hips. “Darling, this has been a treat. An entire day with my love, O how I wish the day would continue forever. Your proposal was wonderful; I cannot wait for our wedding day.” “As do I my beloved, but has the day ended already? It feels mere moments since I had received you from your home. And few more after, from when I asked for your hand.” “I’m afraid so. If only I needn’t work the flower shop today, we could spend the rest of the day together.” “Then do not! I will care and provide for you, my sweet. As you said there are other dames to tend it. Pray, stay with me.” “O my love but I must prepare myself.” “Prepare yourself? You are always prepared my lady. Always dressed so finely, your lips always bright with red, a smile that would make pearls envious, a body so heavenly the very angels above believe they have gathered at the wrong pla-” “Perhaps I have deceived you to believe me your heaven.” She winked as these words passed her lips and we embraced one another. “My love please I really must go” I wanted to let her go but could not, after a few moments I did.

     Later that night the old boys had me gather for one last night of debauchery before I became an honest man. Already on the finest wine I took my seat in the brothel, smiles all around, the room seemingly being the center of the world, all seemed slowed and to swirl. The flower girls were performing; the stage lights mixed with the house lights, reflecting tones of orange and yellow, complimenting the girl’s skins. I chuckled to myself. It must have been the fluid or rather the effect the flowers in the girl’s hairs had with the lights but hints of purple crossed the atmosphere. One girl particularly caught mine eye. Her lips, a dazzling scarlet, invited as her hips mesmerized me. Time fleeted, the world around us sped as we remained idle. Her smile flashed and the pearl necklace she wore seemed to green. Her frame made me question whether heaven truly was in the skies. Getting off stage she walked over and sat with another man, smiling, whispering in his ear. Making my way towards them I saw. I wanted to change my gaze from her but could not. We made eye contact. I dropped my cup as the world dropped me.

     “Sir? Do you mean to sa-” “He took her from me. My dear Augusta.”