they sing...

In 330 B.C. Alexander introduced opium to the people of Persia and India.  In 1819 John Keats experimented with opium.  In 1837 Elizabeth Barrett Browning fell under the spell of morphine.  This does not impede her ability to write poetical paragraphs.

The room was dim.  Light came through the blue roman blinds from the street and there were a few candles about.  I sat in an armchair and smoked opium.  The thin wisps of smoke drifted into the air, and added to the incense laden room.  There were several sticks, and cones of incense burning, and the scents seeped into the fabric wall hangings.  The scents seeped into us.  It was a pleasure to smoke opium, and drink cold cheap white wine.

I watched the two women on the bed, and I watched the space between them close.  Their lips touched, gently brushed and the space grew smaller.  They were on a bed covered with pillows, and I sat in an armchair a few feet away.  Rachel had short blond hair, and a compact body.  When she and I made love I always liked to pick her up while still inside her and hold her against me.  Susan played the cello, and enjoyed the arts.  The space between them closed to a kiss.  Rachel touched Susan’s face, her hand ran along the jaw line as they kissed.  Susan wore a black fabric choker with an ivory pendant at the front and nothing else.  Rachel ran her finger along the Susan’s jaw line then to the choker and hooked her finger under the black fabric.  She pulled Susan to her.  The space closed and they kissed.  I watched the curve of Susan’s breast, inhaled, and drank.  The two women extended their kiss.  The kiss was long and   whirling as their mouths joined and opened.  Susan ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair.  I knew that Rachel enjoyed that.  Rachel’s head ducked down to Susan’s neck, then the space where the neck joined the collar bone.  Rachel kissed that soft empty space of flesh.  Susan’s head tilted back, her black hair ran down her back.  Rachel with one hand held Susan at the small of the back, and the other hand raised Susan’s breast.  Rachel kissed Susan’s rich and ruby nipple.

Rachel stood in front of me, and Susan was behind her.  They looked like Vishnu at that moment.  Susan removed Rachel’s jacket, and reached around and unknotted Rachel’s necktie.  Susan undid the pearl buttons on the shirt one by one.

I smoked and drank.  I lit a cigarette.

The silk tie I once received as a gift fell to the floor from Rachel’s neck.  Susan was on her haunches in front of Rachel and unbuckled the belt.  Rachel shimmied out of my trousers.  Rachel was nude under my clothes.  The two women took one another to the bed, hand in hand.  Rachel lay back on the pillows, and Susan kissed her body, and face.  Susan’s hand spider-walked up Rachel’s thigh.  I heard Rachel’s breathing come quick to her.  Susan was inside of her, her fingers moving into Rachel then up to Rachel’s clitoris.  Susan’s fingers paused there, and Susan kissed Rachel deeply.  They kissed and Susan’s fingers found Rachel again running inside of her slowly, then slowly and deeply.

‘I want to kiss you,’ Susan said.

Rachel said: ‘Yes.’

I drank then filled the glass from the wine bottle.  I sat in the armchair and filled the bowl of my pipe, and drank cheap cold white wine.

Susan kissed Rachel’s lips, then breasts and lingered at each rouge nipple.  Susan kissed a line to Rachel’s navel.  Susan kissed each of Rachel’s inner thighs.  Susan fingered Rachel and kissed Rachel’s body.  Susan kissed Rachel deeply, and Rachel made small laughing noises.  Rachel always laughed a little when she came.  Rachel giggled and moaned and talked dirty and came.  Rachel’s hips bucked and she thrust herself into Susan’s mouth and onto Susan’s fingers.  She came quickly and then again loudly.