Very corny story I wrote when bored in Coll

I close my eyes as he moves closer and closer, I can feel the warmth of his breath as he leans further in. I place my hand on his chest, his heart beat synchronising with mine, faster and faster. My fingers explore and move towards his neck, drawing him closer and closer…
I open my eyes and the chimera dissolves into cold, harsh reality. I’m desperate for change, my soul is starving for some truth. Every moment I look into those eyes I fall more and more into the unfathomable pit hole of love. I can’t live with or without him, but he doesn’t have a clue. Tell me, how do I choose between the pain of an unrequited love and of being so detached from your being?
He grins and balances the guitar on his thighs, and runs a long slender finger along a single fret. His tongue slides and moistens his full lips and by instinct I imitate the gesture, running my tongue along mine. He smiles again, his dimple more prominent and giving his that sexy boyish effect, slightly purses his lips together and begins to whistle a tune, tapping his feet to a beat. One, two, one. Swinging the magnificent instrument around him he stands tall, a good two feet taller than me, and hums a seductive soft melody. He strums each chord expertly; he’s done this every day of his life. He plucks each string one after the other perfectly in rhythm with a passion. The notes form the song composed by my heart that plays in my soul every time his gaze locks with mine, just as he’s doing now.
His rich baritone touches my senses in a way that words cannot do justice to, evoking feelings in me I never knew I possessed. I wonder whether he knows that his gentle serenade is breaking down every barrier and pummelling through my walls. He’s inside me, filling me with a love that shall never be mine.
I plead to him, my eyes glistening with tears, please stop this agony. Don’t lie to me; don’t pretend to feel things that you clearly don’t. Don’t play around, that’s my heart you just tore into a million little pieces.
A sudden spurt of confidence prompts me to face forward and look him in the eye. The ardour so apparent in my expression I think surprises him at first, but he recovers quickly and winks mischievously. I begin to wonder whether he noticed anything or not.
‘The next song’s for my baby’, the tune transforms into one more evocative and the words seem be derived from the very core of his soul. ‘Every evening I leave just to see that smile. She’s draped in the softest blue silk and the winds playing with her hair. Beauteous, silken hair and sparkling, seductive eyes…No, you’re a mystery, a sensation. Every time I see a desire to touch you deepens, just to feel the perfection that is you…’
I turn away, the heat rising in my face. What is he talking about? Surely, no, it couldn’t be me… could it? Impossible... he’s teasing me again. Furious with myself for reacting so violently, I stood up, turned around and began to walk away. A strong hand grabs me. Is it him?
‘You’re robbing me of my sleep, reoccurring in my thoughts. My soul feel’s rigid; I can feel my patience running out. I can’t erase the thought of you from my mind, you’re name’s become engraved in my heart. Searched the worlds but in vain, to find a match to your beauty’
It’s another man, standing by the bar. I blush vehemently, oh how could I let my thoughts wander like that! I snatch my hand away, scowling but the man stares ahead and points. Curious now, I turn back. He was standing, arms outstretched, a rose resting in his open left palm. ‘I love you too’ he whispers. I hadn’t even noticed the music stopped. No cocky grin this time, and the sincerity reflected in his almost blank expressionless face, was seduction beyond any I’d ever experienced. The hairs stood upright at the back of my neck.
‘No, No, you’re a mystery, a sensation. When you look at me you fill my mind, body and soul with a blissful happiness that is far beyond any measure or description…’
Through no will of my own, my legs begin moving, and I’m running faster and faster but instead of flinging myself into his embrace I halt and his arms drop to his sides. I wish I had more courage but I just stood there frozen, not knowing my next move. Slowly he tucks the rose behind my right ear, and runs his fingers delicately through my hair, leans forward and brushes his lips against my forehead. ‘Silk…’
I close my eyes as he moves closer and closer, I can feel the warmth of his breath as he leans further in. I place my hand on his chest, his heart beat synchronising with mine, faster and faster. My fingers explore and move towards his neck, drawing him closer and closer…
This time I don’t wake up. This time it doesn’t stop. Time stops… the world ceases to exist, it’s just him and me. My dream came true at last, at last! It’s more beautiful than I could ever have imagined… far beyond any measure or description.