Thesocratespot: The art of Story telling - Part 6.0073 : The Reptile_ Elopes With The Frog

Thesocratespot: The art of Story telling - Part 6.0073 : The Reptile_ Elopes With The Frog

As I pushed the trigger hard, the wetness of her lips and her passion shook me up and soon the weather simply decided to shake the earth out, it went cyclonic with wind speeds hitting scales nearing a hurricane, the bushes that was my hiding zone was now thrown apart and I stood exposed, so was she, as the plants and trees and the nature around swung like they were on a crazy, insane 'El Toro' roller coaster, while the frogs were swung far like dead meat

We were making frenzied love

I was like this small ape

All nude
with my shirt swung out
my south indian sarong stuck to the bushes   

And she was like that Girl from the film Godzilla
albeit not just watching Godzilla in awe
from the base of Godzilla's palms

She was lost in passion
making frenzied love
her blouse torn apart
with her firm breasts exposed
her half shawl ironically was stuck to the same bush as my sarong 

we were rolling on wet mud with nature unleashed

Thunder, lightning, cyclone et al

we were lost

Lust took over and just wouldn't let go

And then

We eloped

I knew She was already wedded

I knew she had a child waiting

She knew too

But it was She who pulled me by the hand

Grabbed the gun

Shoved it into her blouse

And just pulled me along

even as the winds raged, rains lashed

Skies thundered

Galaxies & Stars were blanked out

I could only hear just two words, Echoing

One from each side of my head

Sublimation !

Existential escape !

Which side are you on ?

I said sublimation

Mr. Twist said

Existential Rat

I reminded him

I was Tarzan of the apes

He swore

Phantom will strike - after all he was the Ghost who walked !