Morns time for Marcia to get out of bed, in hope may her sun flow get an inlet, She steps slowly, half naked along over to the arched window
Turns to sides the heavy shades making the room’s palate rather jaded and pale
This could imply that Marcia’s been feeling in need for the island’s faint sun to get in, so as to wipe her cold mood away , and to let very slowly the warmth of her last night fancy in, so as to light her face ablaze, so to let her eyes come alive again
Oh! Let me Marcia, Imagine, those pearls, round eyes soft as rain, when sponge the soft glaze coming through the window
Happy happy happy Marcia is now … seizing back the entire Island’s gayness and glow
***
Then, it comes to check “if all things going right!”
i.e. “waterfall, waterfall and waterfall”, must be heard from the kitchen down thru the hall, where it sits the bathroom for us,
For two, to be shared, the bath warmth and the chaos
This has long been the rhythm of Marsha’s ritual to start a day since the early moments in the morning, all taps running, as if leaks something down there and fulfills her pulses of sex, and as such, goes to call my wandered body up to joy, my whims up to play
She well knows how to lure me away that indeed makes her own day: wraps the ever-beige towel waist-round, loosely enough so it drops her naked’s off with the very first single touch of mine yearning for her joint entity of body and soul; I get to hear her high-heels’ getting closer about my encited body yet she barely backs off, and again in rather painfully slow approach, resets to treat me laid back on her beloved couch with her dour stare direct down at me that’s enough for one to feel like being swept off his feet and I, simply interpret it as she is so much fond of me; why! She would make my goddess now; very calm looking, yet quite conscious of every single move of her only beloved prey, and yes! It all happens when she makes sure me getting higher for her reach, out of my soul’s stretch fore, at alert to hold a grab of her fast beating ”bareness” waving around me in space
***
Marcia, turns to dry her shampooed-dewed body then,
She bends over, once in a while, in her own naughty style, shamming to be quite unaware of her girlhood all exposed, pretends to be treating the moist floor, and when her smart eyes fail to get a clue if I’m believing the whole naughty game she’s been up to for ten minutes now, she gets nervous and hits me with a surge of her wet disheveled hair, such that I feel the shock of her lovely anger cresting roughly towards me and this way she puts an end to my amoretto explore
Dryer is now plugged in, It begins to growl
It groans,
Mayhem of urgent desire fills me in, whips me; Tortures me in hers, in love, in fear … In every impossible thing on earth of a man’s need
***
Such oddly she enjoys when it shapes up on her mind, images of her man that is:
Getting numb for a little while tho still higher and as time passes him by, due to her repetitive courses of refusal, his excitement even rises to fever pitch…
Going to obey and to relax on bed, as an orderly and watch…
Watching her long curly waves in black that the poor dryer is hoping to blow heat through
Looking at her silk robe in white while he just can’t help thinking of that soon wrapping him around
Imagining in fear and excitement that what her new unruly scheme could be like
***
And I sometimes happen to hurt for the whole room and the fresh rose buds, who are:
Suspended, confused in the variety of her lotions’ scents,
lost in her stunning beauty and her solid perfume
Some fresh fruits except for the veg like pepper, either to be red or green, do play a role in Marcia’s appetite for life; tangerine, apples, sometimes of her cheeks’ colour or absolute green, and the kibbutz orange, blackberries –liquor- and grapes in clusters make her daily tones and so well follow her healthy taste. She loves them in abundance, and while they start falling off the round Carya table and when they set to roll down on the floor, like colorful beads dancing along her bare feet, she tenderly smiles, kneels down leisurely and picks one, comes over to me and peels the orange by her own long shiny nails always kept smooth-filed, and her new scent in citric essence shoves me from within, that I feel like to be immersing in her wild beauty when she gets closer and finally take a seat beside on bed, has me close my eyes and just directs me to say ”aaa…
Marcia sounds merciless, Now
***
I get to feel pleased, however, on her getting pleasure out of the game she’s engaged me in
Silence, shortly surmounts the wildness in the room, yet me sure she’s actually mulling over a new plan on how to double her airs and graces; It’s obvious that Marcia is not yet in mood to end and subdue her longing at the time. She drops the long robe down, with the old silly excuse that it worries her fair and fine skin, and checks my look if I’m nodding ”deal”!
Marcia’s bedroom’s has its own stringent rules, I’m supposed to be blindfolded to the end or she would no longer feel to be amused
In order to distract me out of my attempts to clearly perceive what’s going on around, she turns over the volume, so that I hardly get to focus on the murmured space through which I’d only be chasing for one thing: Marcia’s body moves, yet she very cruelly and cleverly reacts with turning the record on in case ”she would probably lose her calm and cool”
After all, when we get through with the breakfast that I actually mean when the ”fruits rite” is over, Marcia sets on to paint her beauty and my own face with all flavors left around, in order for a sweet foreplay to commence
There are no limits up to her fiery spirit and lust, and I’m honestly used to her mood that fluctuates so fast, and since I’m so much in love with all her new games, there’d never remain any chance for me to argue or object
And I know, once the play is fully over, Marcia as if born anew, will quickly change into the immaculate girl and the ”pristine” faithful whom I already knew; Way she goes and plays with me, sometimes rings a bell of Paul Auster’s where I plainly get Marcia’s silver footsteps in most of his works.
Marcia’s conduct still happen to change more, when in pubs, cafes n while she’s walking in the street, that’s all versatile; At pubs, she just so notoriously plays with her naive lips; me, analyzing her facile moves all along, get this fact fine that she really can’t help to tame that reasonable and strong narcissistic slant with her and all this happens out of her being aware of that at all, however, sometimes that I dare to turn for a quick look in admire up to her, I get to see the red and burnt rim of the glass is on purpose gripped, tightly pressed to her teeth, and she is consciously trying to look as much whimsical as possible; Marcia, to my surprise, abruptly replies my quick look back, her bright thoughtful eyes penetrating with her frown look and half-open mouth, makes me submit and soon give up. My heart sets off to beat fast, I feel like she is restraining me with her eyes magically tense, and once more, she tips off that I’ve been at serve to…
My vigorous lady,
To my gorgeous queen
And there are lines, one shall never pass
***
Marcia’s games are always full of such trivia which if not been fully met, would result in her cooling down a little with me and then I’d hardly get the chance again to make up with her.
As some rule of thumb, I must always care about what I’m having on, T-shirts and upto her command the garments of no tuxedos form nor of formal shoes, just sneakers or pairs of thongs of twenty-eight Pounds
She can’t stand to see, either, me wearing on hats, in case I’d probably look like kind of men not of her interest
As with the bottles of wine, there must always be two of them on her share of counter, one in red and one in white, and the third or maybe fourth, should the need rise for some extra bottles to be served at all, must go quite similar to the previous ones
Marcia the beauty, when all buzzed, makes a real jabber, I’d say, she can talk for hours, on and on, and she seeks for her man to sit tight next to her and be all ears, and he’d also have to get to recall what she was boasting about, once in every five minutes, when she beats: ”darling, What was I say—? ”; while she gets this much confused and so tongues the terms not of her daily use, and when I know she’s mine and I’m hers, my fingers set to fly to slide through her long and now shady hairs touching the counter, as though all my tension is going to be defused, healed, I’m getting all hot, yet still getting cooled
***
The way Marsha is dressed is always set up to my taste, plisse mini of happy colors with pattern of blossoms on it or of pure white and a shirt with an open collar or thin straps, fits her to a T.
We both also enjoy going shopping sprees and she picks some of all types from ”off the fashion” to a’la modes, knees-long panties with a blouse and a loose tie partly covering her necklace, while her cherry eardrops, all and all go in color with her sandals and there is something with my Marcia’s long tress extending wildly over her shoulders that so much appeals to me
To turn sight back to the pub, she never greets much cheerily with her guys around, mostly men when I am in her company, Marcia usually hangs out with her girl friends but has no time nor desire for her mum at all; that I’d rather skip it for now,
The room we get in must be quite open and spacious so much so she feels easy enough for her screwed mitral valve to get to hale the fresh air in so the red wine gets way through, beneath her skin. Then we go over to the table, lay it for two, with liquor and wine, one as for the hors d’oeuvre and one for after the meal’s done; kanapé, she’s notified just once and for all, that has no chance in our games for the wine to be served on; also to be mentioned, night-time Marcia never takes solace in wine but in her man, instead, and when it comes to the bedroom, she always sounds to be dancing with all faith gifted to her and with all moves just an angel could ever do , she just hates to deal with time when at sexual practice.
Marcia at bedroom is no way into ”stopwatch”ing and counting the laps, she lets me to caress her very gently and as mood goes and she very smartly lets both of us have a blast.
***
For the last hour of the night, it’s my duty to keep awake and play with her curly hair till she nods off. In the end, when I’m sure she’s plunged into her deep unconsciousness, I stretch a little closer to tuck her in, and then I see, as was ever so, she’s gone all naked since thirty minutes ago and her sole blanket has again been nothing but my chest running in fever, leant calmly onto her back
Marsia’s Written by Hadi Khojinian
Record: 28.04.2007, London, UK
