I trembled as I reached for Susanna, my Spanish Madonna, and touched her hip. My palm pressed against her soft, smooth, white flesh and her warmth spread over me until my face flushed and the burn of rising excitement engulfed me. I rubbed my hand across her shoulder and trilled my fingertips along her spine, raising goosebumps from her skin and causing her to shiver. My hand moved along her side, caressed her hip, and pressed into the small of her back bringing her body close, so close her bones ground against mine and my sweat mingled with hers. She trembled and breathed out, her warm, fresh breath billowing into my face and nostrils, pulsing through the veins in my head until my temples throbbed. I inhaled her skin’s fragrance of lilac and rose and gardenia, and the hairs on my neck lifted as a wave of sobbing, intense passion wracked my frame and overwhelmed me. I shook as I brushed my fingers across her upper lip and she kissed them still as they wiped away tiny beads of glistening sweat. My angel’s emerald eyes, framed by her perfect oval porcelain-white face and raven-black hair that reflected a billion of midnight stars, held mine, unwavering, unblinking, penetrating. I pressed my lips to her silk-black eyebrows and kissed her forehead. Her fingers brushed my chest and tickled my belly, then moved down and held me close. The smooth roundness of her body filled my hands as her breasts pressed into my flesh, and I pressed my fingers between her buttocks, a cloud of intense, animal desire washing over me for this fragile, elfin-like, sprite of a woman. I shuddered and she shuddered and our lips met in a passionate expression of yearning, pressing hard together as we gave in to the desire to possess each other, to become each other, to be inside one another, to become one person. A trembling Susanna surrounded me as I became entwined within her, and our souls met as our hearts had met, and two spirits of pure love enmeshed one in the other as physical love bound us together and a simultaneous coming together transformed us forever.
Later, after we lay side by side for a while in a nest of warmth between Heaven and Earth, Susanna turned onto her side and then she moved on top of me. She brushed her fingers across my cheeks. Her eyes bore into mine and then they softened and a smile worked at the corners of her mouth. I knew she was going to be silly. She sang lines from a Beatles song she loved. She kissed me “one, two, three, four, can I have a little more?” She kissed me “five, six, seven eight nine ten, I love you.”
Lyrics by The Beatles, All You Need Is Love
3 thoughts on “Susanna IV”
This oozes class and passion, Will. A high definition piece. I can see every soft hair on skin, hear heartbeats and feel breathless.
Thank you, Stephen. I’ve written several essays about Susanna as I prepare to write a novel about our relationship. I’ve started the novel, Dancing Among Orange Blossoms, and will incorporate the essays. I met her while I was stationed in Spain. She died of pneumonia while in the hospital recovering from minor injures sustained in a car accident. That was quite a blow. She was my first serious post-adolescence girlfriend.
I want to get this novel just right.
I can see, from the passionate and honest way you write about her, how important she is to you. There is a longing in the writing, made more poignant by not putting it front and centre. You write as if you can still feel her hand in yours. The novel will be important.
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