2009
House of Cards
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She walks into the room barely noticing that all heads turn. As she closes in, it isn’t her smile, alluring and beautiful, but the way the gold in her eyes burn straight through me to the that part of myself I keep at bay that turns me on, why can’t she see what she has done to me?
Amongst her friends she is untouchable. I have to let her be. I fear they’ll see the fervency in my every glance and it will betray all she has built in this House of Cards that separates her life with the thin, plastic walls. I blend in with the crowd around me and push her from my mind until I feel the brush of her hand that instantly electrifies my body and stops time.
She is walking towards the hallway that leads away from the ballroom and everyone. Her sly smile and slightly formed dimples tell me to follow her out of the crowd. I walk many steps behind, the ringing in my head over watching her becoming loud.
In moments, we are alone in a linen closet, filled with everything white. She closes the door, and except for that which seeps under, the room falls to night. Has she finally seen my glances filled with lust and desire? She says nothing, she doesn’t move, she waits, & I am on fire. I have had enough of these passing looks and decadent thoughts in my head.
I reach for her and pulled her near, starting at her collarbone, and on her neck I feed. As my kisses and bites grow with fervor, sounds begin to emanate from her lips for the first time in pleasure. She will be mine in this moment and that House of Cards she had built so well between her worlds will stand only at my leisure. Once I arrive at her sweet lips, I’m not ready to relinquish control.
I slowly reach for her and kiss her softly until she can do nothing but grab my neck and pull me in for the long, deep passionate kisses she has wanted since we began this dance.
I take the linens from the shelves, grabbing the tablecloths, sheets, and towels and throw them to the floor. Make no mistake this is no romance, only a night, she assures me as I lock the door. The palette that we are to tangle on will be a perfect white, soft and clean, and from that moment on, the air in the room seems to rise as we fill it with steam.
Every touch, every breath echoes in the darkness as our hair intertwines. There are so many moments when I don’t know what is hers, what is mine. It doesn’t matter as we move together until we can stir no more. We lay together in each other’s arms until our heartbeats no longer soar. Even as we lay there I feel the time slipping away from me as there are secrets and lies to be kept; she has another life that does not include me and as long as there are these moments, I’ll adapt.
Without looking at her watch she slips back into her alter-ego, leaving me behind as I knew she would. She checks herself in the powder room, knowing I will stay where I am until all is good.
She tries to go on as if nothing has happened. After all, she has reapplied her makeup and once again is flawless. She enters into her other realm through the door marked the Queen of Hearts, into her House of Cards once again.
She finds herself looking around a bit though and notices a chink in her armor that sends a bit of a shiver down her spine. Her House of Cards seems all in order save one. She sighs a bit when she realizes one of the more important cards is missing now and she can’t put her finger on it. She shakes off the eerie feeling and with the warm glow of what happened outside of the realm she just entered, she looks for me amongst the crowd.
Finally understanding I am nowhere to be seen at the party, it all came together in her mind. It was the trump card that was missing and she knew it. The Ace of Spades had left into the darkness and taken a bit of her complete control with her.
Inspired by Sappho’s Muse
Guest Post Sent In From: Sappho Eurygyus
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Quote: Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards.
This is an incredible story. The imagery and symbolism evoked with the use of the Cards, the Queen of hearts and then the trump card were especially amazing. You should definitely continue your writing and submitting thus story for publication.
Julia in NY