El Principe Mendigo Part 1 Promise

The Prelude

"I plead with paradise to allow me to enter
when I stand before the curves that form the gates of that venerable palace.
She will not resist, and the barriers shall fall to the side;
as if struck by the mightiest of gales and the most gentle of breezes at once.
But I linger at the invitation, it is the call of something more definite;
then I find myself capable of committing to.
I came only to rest my weary lovelorn soul at the extremities of your comfort.
Anything more and you would swallow me whole;
I would be consumed by the light of your being,
enraptured by your perfection, a devotee to your very existence.
I am now too addicted to my pains to be worthy of your paradise.
Allow me just a gaze through the gates of your gardens.
Those gold leafs are all that I've ever wanted,
and all that I've never deserved.
I will enter one day, but that Promise I fear isn't meant to be kept." -El Principe Mendigo

Promise

The left shoulder strap of her pale lavender dress had fallen slowly as she talked. Her words reverberated softly through the back of my mind but I was so fascinated by the slow gentle descent of the ten inches of silk meant to hold up what I had decided was becoming an amicable enemy. It seemed doubtless that it was a purposeful act, her words blended with the movement of her body as we sat nearer to each other then is possible without feeling the warmth of emotion weaving itself through our souls.

Her fingers twisted together, not to the point of nervousness; but the strain of the moment showed in the fear that had seized her dark green eyes. It was a fear that I have seen all to often, fear held for no person and no reason other then myself and
the unmistakable talent I'd always had in creating tragedy.

"You reside within me indelibly.

My blood is filled with blood pumped directly from your heart;

I have need of little else to survive.

You know this of me, my sweet Principe;

and I lay my head to rest at night in fervent prayer

that you recognize as one would an old friend;

the worth of my love and affection.

If not, my only solace at such a frightening notion,

would be that instead of finding in my words,

the evidence of complete devotion and selfless affection;

you find it within your precocious brilliance the evidence of your own worth.

Yours is a life of expected promise,

which a lesser man would rest upon;

unwanting of the added exertion of actually fulfilling such promise.

You though, tirelessly and without cease;

seek to sign your seal upon such promise,

and deliver it to the gates of the heavens themselves."

Her words shook me from silent reverie. They were all of them true, spoken from a
place of deep and lifelong affection. At the moment though in the stupor created in men by the enticing combination of love and lust prevented me from full realization of her words. Her facial features betrayed her level of concern, the curves of her brow in every divet expressed longing of the soul, her lips remained slightly parted as if the words that might keep me with her forever rested just beyond their reach.

That small lavender silk, spun in the far East had traveled from such a distance to cover her alluring figure, and need nothing more then to travel but a slight distance further to allow the satisfaction of my prurient gaze.

My left hand slid behind her neck, her right shoulder now quiet bare was the target of my obsessive kiss. Words now left us, the tide of our affections rose to a swell pounding the waiting shore. Our bodies melted into one, the space between us now nonexistent, it's last gasps of breath snuffed by the force of our collision.

She pushed harder, slowly with fingers on my chest until I lay back in the softness created by the invitation and acceptance of bliss. Legs longer then the most sleepless of nights straddled me; propelling her into a graceful sway above me. The rythemn of her hips was to the beat of a thousand drums an almost violent cacophony of her unstill heart.

Forever we gasped with the unchecked waves of pleasure that coursed through our bodies. Too soon however, it was over.

"How then knowing what you know of the desires of my heart,

can you hold it so against me that I must wander to follow them.

Here and now, in this moment with the fullness of our passions

having moved us to the heights of the Ecstatics;

you must have known that I would be eventually led from your delicate grip.

The mountains groan and ache for my feet to tread upon them.

The far off and distant seas have my name upon every whispered swirl.

I can liken it only to being dragged by the wildest of stallions,

Against my will they are are predestined to pull me far from you.

In my selfishness I can ask only that you do not waver in your love of me.

No matter where I shall roam, my jealousy were you to love another;

would be as a raging fire, consuming all in its path."

Her lips trembled at my words. Her still nude form shuddered against my skin,
turning slightly cold. Promise was unlike any others of the great gods creations. They
in their infinite wisdom have strewn the stars above for men to search for answers.
They provided us with the imeseaurable comforts and delights of their wonders. The first peals of laughter from a newborn baby, the innocence and danger of a small flame; all of these evidence of their love of beauty and unselfish provision of it to their loyal creations. The greatest of these their creations however was Promise.

We were then betrothed, it seemed as if it had always been meant to be so from the dawn of time. Our lives had been so finely interwoven that until now even a few hours apart were unthinkable. Time was stolen from all else to be spent with her.
Now, she cried softly.

"Have I ever been known to you?

Do you consider me a stranger that you need even ask this?

I cannot begin to bear the thought of any other,

have this I not proven to you my love?

Unquestionably you are the sole object of the whole of me affection.

I am already in mourning at the thought of your departure,

do not cause me further pain with the questioning of my love for you."

Prayer of the Lovelorn
...soon for our lovelorn whispers, now for wine.