Someone wondered, asked, inquired, whether it was possible, that in two very distinct places, at two very different times, with two very unlike entities, the truth would exist, be real, or even a fact. Yet it indeed was that and Celine stood at the centre of both.
Never in her wildest dream, in the faintest segment of her imagination, the most remote parts of her sub-consciousness did she envisage that NAKED TRUTH. She savoured both aspects with slow, tantalizingly delish sips, ensuring that they never left her and that the experiences remained firmly etched in the deepest recesses of her being.
First, the gentle tugging of amorous strings strummed playfully and sweetly on her heart like a Spanish Guitar on a quiet Caribbean Night by the seaside, where the sultry waves lapped quietly on the shore, hugging them with soothing caresses. There was Jean-Jacques, the warmest, and kindest of them. His deep mahogany hue, dancing, smiling eyes juxtaposed with an intensely piercing, yet mellow gaze, melted her like butter and made her knees wobbly. She was at the mercy of this novelty and although both entities said nothing the chemistry was evident. Their hidden fires burned with a vivacity unmatched but Jean-Jacques remained completely respectful, a perfect, but attentive gentleman. Celine was hopeless at hiding her blushes, but retained her composure expertly. Both entities worked along side by side on a higher plain in unspoken unison.
Then there was the distinct, yet careful fluttering of wings, twittering enticingly nearby in the trees of passion, while the air was showered with waterfalls of impending ecstasy hitherto untapped. In the shadows stood Jules, seemingly uncertain of his moves. But the air was thick with desire and he penetrated her soul with kind, gentle eyes that roamed her body with a coy fierceness. His lips, full and definitely inviting, distracted and captured Celine, simultaneously, as he approached her. For an excruciatingly long time, the two ignored the inevitable but eventually, she was helpless at resisting the intoxicating and irresistible aura of that novelty. The chemistry was too evident to fake, and eventually, the two had to come clean. Celine moved slowly and daintily to the intoxicating allure of fiery passion as both entities merged their beings with a deafening silence of bliss.
And bliss it was, in the most magnetic and captivating manner possible; a phenomenon never imagined and certainly an experience as raw, sweet and alluring as it was new.
Jules was that perfect teacher and chef. He sampled with tender and delicate bites, every inch of Celine’s accommodating and ready being, intertwined with a fierceness and strength that left her giddy with fulfilment. At the same time, his professional and thorough approach in tutoring her were excellent to the point of her receiving full marks, once she was able to demonstrate and meet the objective of every lesson.
Celine treasured every single experience, savoured and relished the memories every day, every night. In her quiet, serene, solo reflective moments, she wondered how she had come to this place. How was it even possible that this hitherto, untouched delicate petal tightly bound among her other un-blossomed cohorts had come to this place of unfolding, blossoming and dripping with heavenly dewdrops from the expert touch of the skilled gardener? And to think that she had eagerly welcomed the novelty as a starved kitten hungry for her mother’s nutritious milk?
The reality hit her square in the face and Celine was helpless, at a loss for words and void of understanding for this strange development. So she simply drank it all in and thanked her lucky stars for bringing her to this place of allure, magical awareness and the awakening. It was an Awakening long overdue and Celine was glad that the time had come.
Yet, in the deepest corners of her dormant consciousness, the silhouette of Jean-Jacques lingered, even faintly so. Then in a most rare and uncanny emerging, his smiling eyes locked themselves with hers in a most trance-like fashion. His silence captivated her with a strange jolting and she tried to make sense of what that meant. Celine was dumbfounded! His presence seemed to penetrate her soul and she could not fathom the meaning of all this madness.
But the Naked Truth cannot be lost. It may take cover and repose, lie low and be still. Yet its presence remains as a stalwart, a bulwark, a strong reminder that in two very different places, two separate worlds, with two very different entities, the Truth would remain. The Naked Truth had locked Celine in and she was unable to untangle herself from its hold.
How should she proceed? How was she to unhinge herself? Or should she, really? And did she honestly want to be ripped away from this strange reality that had cemented its pillars into her core?
Celine’s pulses raced. The heaving in her chest threatened to wrench her heart out of its wall. She became drenched with waves of Overwhelm, and for a brief moment needed to steady her feet. But the Naked Truth simply stared stark cold back at her with a determined and resolute stance.
Snapping back into conscious reality, Celine knew what she needed to do. It was all so simple! Acceptance! Both Worlds had set themselves high up on her heart’s throne, had completely enveloped her being with a depth and warmth she wished not to part with. Her senses were held captive by this novelty, leaving her emotions completely at its mercy.
With a full burst of renewed excitement, eagerness and zest, Celine slid comfortably into Jean-Jacques world. There, she sipped the tea of gentle bliss that had been poured from this warm pot. The kindness and smile in his eyes drew her in magnetically as she curled up in his presence and lay there peacefully. The moments were so refreshing and calming that Celine felt absolutely no desire to leave.
However, she had to. The fiery passion and intense longing emitting from Jules’ presence, was too much to contain and Celine needed to heed the call. The urge, as strong as a raging sea during the height of a storm, tore her apart and there had to be some relief, release, even.
Leaping into his world was a must. Celine bounded toward him like a sped arrow certain to hit the mark. Once there, she drank in every drop of the passion that oozed from him, with an unbridled thirst that became quenched with an unprecedented thoroughness. Her elation and satisfaction reached new heights and Celine cherished every second.
The Naked Truth was the Naked Truth. Its strong grips had bound her tight and secure with double cords from different times, spaces, and realities.
The thing with Naked Truth is that it leaves you exposed, even when you’ve hidden it from yourself and others. It strips you bare of every bit of shyness while you are in its presence and forces you to acknowledge every inch of its existence.
So Celine embraced her reality and basked in its openness. Jean-Jacque’s world would never meet that of Jules, but they were both vital to Celine’s continuity. They were the air she required to adequately thrive within her Eros realm and complete her circle of comfort and romance. They were the two sides of the coin she carried around in her purse of Heart Treasures. She had to have them both. It was not going to be any other way.
Jules held the flaming torch that, once lit, always ignited and maintained its intense burn and shine, light and star, that propelled Celine into an outer orbit of utter bliss, ecstasy and satisfaction. He never failed once to dim his light, dull his shine or erode his sharpness. More so, his effect on Celine always took her to the next level of efficiency and effectiveness. Her craft was perfected with every one of his touches and with him, she knew no deficiency, no sub-standard, no lack. Added to that, her bold and energetic side was always alive.
Jean-Jacques, on-the-other hand, embodied the essential oils that totally soothed and eased the muscles of disquiet, perfumed her senses of calm and tranquillity, setting her gently down in a place of repose. His entire aura and demeanour was the perfect aphrodisiac for a wrenched and stripped soul that must be fitted snugly back into its space. Celine had to have him! She needed him! His adeptness and thoroughness in the most genteel manner was exactly what she needed to take her to that sanctuary of quiet bliss.
Celine’s being was inextricably linked to both spheres and there was no living without either of them. To pretend that neither of them was vital, would simply be a bare-faced lie and a denial of what makes one whole and real. The Naked Truth had done what it did, shown its face and stamped its seal. So yes, she was content in herself that in very different spaces, realities and times, the Naked Truth reigned prominently and royally.
“An unreal and disputed phenomenon,” someone had whispered grudgingly to her once.
“An evil and unwholesome alliance,” another had piously declared, once learning her truth.
Yet Celine would not be deterred by their scorching remarks. She knew what had kept her bouncing high on the trampoline of contentment, what had succoured her from the inner eyes of evil scrutiny, what had rescued her from the dark abyss of hopeless unfulfillment, as she grasped at straws that were nowhere in sight and her spirit yearned for wholeness and wholesomeness. She alone knew and understood the meaning of her “melee,” as many termed it. And although Jules and Jean-Jacques hadn’t the faintest notion that they both constituted the perfect match for her, their immaculately executed roles could stand up to the most stringent of tests. After all, they embodied the perfect match, separate, yet one, apart, yet together, exclusively diverse, yet compatibly attached, linked, hitched, conjoined.
And so in a most bizarre and unheard of, but divine way, the Naked Truth continued to rule supreme, much to Celine’s delight. She could not, would not part ways with it. She needed to breathe, to live, to thrive! She needed the Naked Truth!
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