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Alvida!

Her hands touched his face, linearly on cheeks, then a touch vanishing quickly to his nose tip. He realized quickening of his heartbeats, butterflies in stomach and something emerging even below that. He closed eyes unknowingly.
“What will you acknowledge as greatest pleasure?” her voice, deep, mystic echoed in his ears. Sound of pouring liquor in glass followed. He thought, whether it is comfort of being in well-furnished flat, or sense of having huge amount as wealth or a pleasant company. Then he realized, nothing of it matters against that great game of two human beings. That magnetism never felt before, the force that brings you closer and closer, and then a rhythm you feel, a coherence of all actions and then a moment where everything freezes, a blast, a rapture, sense of being above all senses and then an endless fall into nowhere. That is it, pleasure, and greatest pleasure!
“Ha! Ha!! I know what is your answer, but yet I like you speak it, you dare to see that this is what you searched always and this is what you are ending with.” Her long, sharp fingers played around his chest. She is leaning on him, now he can listen her breaths and his eyes lingered around her breasts. “What do you want?” her fingers, pressed more firmly on his body, passed from his chest, waist and thighs. He shivered, a thrilling sensation, a seduction, an invitation filled him. His fingers are eager and he is aware that she can feel that he is ready because her hand, right now on his left thigh is not so ignorant.
Her eyes light, her glowing leg is touching his leg, fingers of her foot softly touching tips of his fingers.
“ you never worried what does you get out of it? Or do you? Do you ever realize that you are chasing a satisfaction, but you always have mistaken a mirage? Can you ever quench this thirst? Can you?” her voice approached him, he can feel her lips near to his lips. He close his eyes, he leans forward to kiss her, a touch, a warmth, a taste that you get of nothing else.
“ Be thirsty! This is endless game and the whole purpose of this seeking is to learn that this is not game at all. This is what we are, seekers of answerless questions. Be in it. Be it!”
Her voice fades. He suddenly opens his eyes. He sees her figure walking away. He tries to get up from his wheelchair and then sits watching in vacuum with his paralyzed hands and legs and his body, his soul and his self mingling into absurdity which he used to call life…

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