He watched as she moistened her lips, he pondered the glistening sheen of saliva as it began to evaporate and thought to himself, “Motu, your beauty truly is universal. In you, I see life before it even exists. Behind your eyes is a fire; I wish to bask in it’s warmth. From your mouth spills a thousand Shamanic sounds that soothe my aching soul. Would that I could taste the sweetness of your lips.”
She smiled a knowing smile, as if she could hear his secret thoughts and he began to blush. She could tell his heart was kind and faithful but lost and lonely. She might have wanted to embrace him but she wouldn’t let it show…
Oolu returned to his dwelling as Motu wandered away, melting into the pre-dawn shadows, leaving only an azure glow in Oolu’s mind as a reminder of the time they had shared. He had no idea if he’d ever see her again, but he hoped against hope that their paths would cross once more – that he’d be graced with her presence again.
