Black tights, she wears black tights and her legs cross and uncross beneath the table as we wait for our food. It’s Waggamma’s on a Friday night after work. I’m drinking bottled beer while she sips a cup of green tea. The evening’s young and while her body speaks to me in a language that may or may not be Latin, the rain outside washes away our fears. Those curls of her hair- they could be symbols relating to some higher power, or perhaps they offer clues to what mood she’ll be in when I bite her neck in the back row of the cinema after we’ve finished our meal. Those breasts she pushes together whenever we lean forward and kiss- they could just well be the meaning of life, and as much as I’m the dramatic kind, I’m not exaggerating. When our fingers link together as she recites one of her favourite poems, those from outside come in and shake their umbrellas. Their soaked Primark bags falling to pieces revealing their favoured choice of cheap underwear, I reach beneath the table and squeeze her knee. Looking into those eyes of hers, she smiles like a cat while unknowingly singing the lyrics to Moonchild, the song we were listening to when we first made love. Leaning back in my chair, she hypnotises as the town we both know changes with every passing minute. Books on sexual adventure. Silver plimsolls and damp rolling tobacco. The scent of candles and washed hair as the river runs so quick as our eyes mirror over noodles swimming in Hungarian sauce. Those little toes of hers- how they tap tap tap the piano keys my fingers struggle with for hours on end. Those pearly whites- how they shine like the moon as those without souls endlessly circle our table. We are shapeless, we are lovers, and no matter what they throw at us, we will destroy whatever takes our fancy.
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Thank you x
Wonderful imagery! You are definitely a hopeless romantic! (<:
Dwight
Thank you! And I’d like to think so despite my moody ways 🙂
Your descriptions of love, passion and desire are always so beautiful! 🙂
Thank you ever so much 🙂 I’m so pleased you enjoyed reading this!
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Gorgeously voluptuous writing from S.K. Nicholas
Thank you so much 🙂
My pleasure! I particularly loved this piece.
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S.K. Nicholas weaves his spell
That’s very kind of you, thank you 🙂
No kindness– just good taste!
You must be reading my mind. The other day I saw a girl wearing relatively flat shoes and black tights, took me right back to my school days, how I miss wearing those non see through black tights all the time … funny what triggers us. I have always thought women with black tights were so attractive, over say the more obvious bare legs or thin denier tights, because there is a certain unknown .. you summed this up in your usual brilliance of observation S.
I’ve never considered myself a ‘leg man’, and yet black tights a cool looking woman have a strange effect on me 😉
YOu said it perfectly I concur!
🙂
and I’m not a leg-person either 😉
now this is an expression of love that has the quality to linger. any chance of that being the cibo matto song?
Thank you. As for cibo matto, I just had to google it to find out what it meant 😉
it’s a band and they have a song called moonchild. kind of obscure. there seems to be a good number of songs by that title.
it’s not a very good song i suppose lol. i’m sure yours is far better
I shall check it out, thank you. The Moonchild I was referring to was by the band King Crimson. The song’s about ten minutes long, but the bit with lyrics is the first two minutes or so. The rest is instrumental. The vocals section is very melancholic.
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Thank you!