A Royal Romance
The doorbell always rings twice. I get up from the leather couch, still snug in my pyjamas, and look through the peephole. It’s her. I’m peeping. My heart is leaping. I must do away with this barrier between us!
With the door now wide open, there’s nothing that can keep us apart. Our eyes meet as she speaks her softly spoken words; warm words that melt into my soul.
“I… I need you… I need you to… Can you sign this for me?”
I grasp the paper in her fingers with fervour. Our hands touch and she pulls away to spare me from further palpitations. I scrawl the letters with love; knowing her eyes thirst for each stroke of my pen. .
This angel with amorous intention then turns and fumbles through her belongings, seductively searching through them to give me what she knows to be mine. Finally ready to present her prize, she smiles coyly and asks me to take it from her. I decide to seize the moment while she stands there, silent and trembling.
“It’s my first time. I’ve never done this on my own before,” She says.
“It’s always different every time,” I tell her. “You seem nervous.”
“I am a little,” She says. “I’ve seen others do it. I didn’t think it would be all that hard.”
“Believe me, it’s harder than you know.”
I scan her figure, retaining it in my mind’s eye as I behold this vision of loveliness. By now we both know that this has gone beyond the usual social graces. Her breathing becomes unsteady and sweat trickles from her forehead. I notice her face becoming more flushed as I slowly pry my package away from her hands.
The summer sun gently shimmers on her glistening bosom as she struggles to say the next words
“I… I… have to go.”
Heartbroken at the thought of having to say goodbye, she sighs as lovers do after breaking away from their first kiss. Her head held low, she makes her way back to that road well travelled where her journey began.
I close the door; but not before breathing in a last whiff of her scent. She would be back again soon, longing to be shown that someone waits for her; day after day, hour after hour, hungering for all that she has to give. Until then, I shall wear my crown of thorns and tell my tale: the tale of the Royal Mail.
Michael Q. Black is an author, poet and stand-up comic from Glasgow who regularly performs at performance poetry venues throughout the city. Michael is presently working on his second novel, “Close Encounters With A Ubiquitous Mind”, as well as a selection of short stories for an upcoming anthology.
