Sunday, 6 November 2011

Overcoming Perversity

Or not.

I have a habit of getting bitten by my Muse during days significant in the Islamic calender I think. After so many months of writer's block, I thought I shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

It's a little trite. More than a little. But god, I'm so fucking rusty. I didn't think I had it in me to put words together anymore. So, there's that.


Seduction is in the eyes. I used to think this was an urban myth, some silly story kept in circulation by the overly romantic. Until.

It was a party and I was having a good time. She was a friend of a friend and I didn't pay her any mind. She was funny and cute but it was a party and I was having a good time. Wait. I lied. So I noticed her. But we were joking and flirting, nothing serious, until her gaze caught mine. Caught, like a butterfly in a jar. I couldn't look away. Until I could.

I was flustered. My breath had caught for that brief moment. But I shrugged it off. There's nothing there, nothing. And I convinced myself I'd imagined it. Laughed louder and talked more and it was forgotten. Until she passed me the bottle and even though it was chilled I could have sworn that I could feel the warmth of her fingers on it still. Or maybe it was my fingers lingering on hers since she's caught my gaze again. This time it was worse. Her eyes were hotter, and I felt I was ablaze with want. I looked away again, terrified. Got up, went to splash water on my face, try to chase that heat away. I looked in the mirror, no one else could tell I was blushing. I hoped.

I came back to a room full of raucous laughter. The moment was gone. I was a little disappointed and a lot relieved. When I came back, I took a seat closer to her. The more fool I. I couldn't help it. I itched for her now. Fuck that, I burned. I fell winded, like I'd been running. Everyone could tell, I was sure of it. I flushed to think of their eyes on me, but I had eyes only for her. She looked at me again, and smirked. This time I didn't look away.

Was I making a fool of myself? Probably. Too much influence on my system. The only courage I had was liquid. But my body was aflame. That look in her eyes, it made me forget to be sensible, if I ever was. I wanted her. I was hoping that she wanted me too. So I held her gaze, and walked out of the room, heart pounding.

With that smirk still on her face, she followed me out.