The Night of ….BETRAYAL?

A dark night, lit by a few stars.
Bound by loyalty and to protect the faith  kept in her, she walked away wanting to run towards him.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

He followed, he caught up, he caught hold,
of her hand.
He pulled her, enclosing her in his manly arms. Her body and heart enjoyed and exploited his lust as her brain, reluctant and wanting to run a far.

Was it a night of …

betrayal? 

She felt heavenly pain, with the rush of adrenaline filled blood through her vessels as he crushed her with his strong arms and pulled her body closer and closer till, she breathed his air.
A fear , now tingled in her mind.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

He traced her backbone and ribs with his long fingers.
Squeezed her, causing her head to look up. So much passion, so much love , never had she seen before as much as she saw in his eyes.
The next moment her eyes looked down ashamed, with her mind begging for her to leave.

Was it a night of…

betrayal? 

His head accompanied the downward motion of her eyes.
He tasted every inch of her neck as she moaned in his ears.
Her heart rejoiced.
Her mind too moaned but in dismay.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

His hands now craving on an adventure, entered her hair, all tied and knotted.
As his fingers lingered through the strands of her hair…
…the ties untied ,the knots broke.
Both, of her hair and those of loyalty and trust.

Was it a night of…

betrayal? 

He pulled  her hair with a grunt, she raised her head but could not witness his driving passion for she had closed her eyes.
He traced her face which was now, ice cold .
Sprinkles of perspiration shone on her face in the dim light of the night.
His thirst, she believed, made him lick the sprinkles from her cheek.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

A PAUSE…
                  …her heart and body felt strayed and betrayed being left in between of an incomplete task, being left alone in the way to paradise.
                   …her mind asking her odering her to leave that instant.

Was it a night of…

betrayal? 

It was like she was blindfolded,  as she would not open her eyelids.
Maybe she was blindfolded with love, that she stayed even after the pause.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

She did not know what was happening.
Till…
…her soft cushiony breasts were again pressed to his hard  and broad chest.
…his lips were against her’s .

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

There was silence all over, until..
..his tongue touched the back of her mouth and she broke the silence with her deep sighs.
Seemed like she broke all the ties of loyalty and all her promises too .

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

His tongue rolled over her’s.
His tongue tangled and played with her’s.
She felt the taste of his his mouth.
She felt the taste of true passion.

Was it a night of…

betrayal? 

She opened her eyes, to find him lost in the craving to destroy and exploit the essence of her virginity.
She moved her hand away from his face.
He opened his eyes.
It were as if the time stopped… as their eyes met , as they lost themselves in the mysterious mysts of each other’s eyes.

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

Time awaited her recovery from the depth of his eyes.
Time awaited her realization..
    …until..
She  turned back to her senses and realised what she had done.
   …until..
She realized 
‘HER KISS OF BETRAYAL.’

Was it a night of…

betrayal?

She looked away, she walked away into the darkness of the night with a heavy heart that was proud and  pleased but not satisfied and needing more and with a mind ashamed to even look at her.

Was it a  night of…
betrayal?
     ❤❤        YES IT WAS.          ❤❤                 

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Aishwarya Singh

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23 thoughts on “The Night of ….BETRAYAL?

  1. We like the crossed out lines. Fidelity in love is a great mystery, but love attaches all desire to one, and that betrayal seems to mean to our hearts they, the one loved, does not love us. This seems so to our hearts whatever we try to think, and those who do not love do not understand, saying things like “everyone gets their heart broken” and “get over it,” like its no more than they closed down your favorite restaurant.

    Fidelity in love, and the emotions related, seems to be due to the attempt of nature to fuse the two at the crown of the family. Bowie writes, in “Soul Love,” “Idiot love would spark the fusion.” Usually one is in love, the other the one loved, and as in Plato’s Phaedrus, the lover tries to inspire love in the one loved.

    I may need to read this a few more times to understand it, and sorry if we misunderstood.

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    1. It’s okay you don’t have to be sorry.
      The post is basically about a girl who is already committed, it maybe bound by some rules or another realtionship.
      She meets this man, whom she loves but due circumstances cannot be confess her love, for in practicality it may not be feasible.
      So she tries to resist and walk away but fails due to her love, therby betraying the other relationship or the promises made in her other commitment.
      I hope I helped you get a clarity:)

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      1. I thought I didn.t quite have it, as coming from “rejection” I was thinking she was the one betrayed! Very nice, and we will be back when time allows. If you kiddies still like classic rock, and wonder about lyric interpretation, visit the Rock Commentaries in the menu at the top of my website. See ya ’round!

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