Where is my magic?

Robert Baldwin
Jul 20, 2017 · 3 min read

I’m in Palm Springs. The bedroom is dark. The bed is huge. California King. Memory foam. Luxurious tapestry style bedding. And I love it. More so because he is next to me.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is a reverberation of heaven. His voice, It’s like paradise.

“You looked really cute today,” he whispers in my ear. God-damn he is everything. His arm is around me as he says it — and the breath is stolen from my lips.

I pull him closer to me as that sound, that heavenly sound washes over my body. It’s laced with magic and more than enough magic to warm both of our naked bodies. There is nothing I want more than him by side.

Skip ahead a few hours.

There’s this massive glass dining table with a backdrop of walled mirrors. We are skiing now and it’s snowing all around us.

No sleep. We can’t be bothered with that right now. We have too much. Too much to share between us. And remember: Too much is never enough.

Right?

Back to the bedroom. We can’t stop. We have opened our own Pandora’s box. But instead of curses, there are celestial blessings from midnight.

It’s this simple refusal to not dismiss the connection we share that binds everything together.

More magic washes over us and in the darkness I see his chestnut eyes flecked with shimmering gold staring back at me.

He’s gleaming and those eyes, those wide, ever so delicate eyes fill with a mix of love and lust — and they melt my heart.

I’ve never been this vulnerable and for him I would give the world.

We don’t need to speak. Our bodies do the talking. Electric sparks fire over our moonlit skin as we pull into each other.

He is a god. An incarnation of that heavenly blanket of diamond stars. He is that forbidden ancient magic formed into man. More than a man. So much more than a man. He is diety and I am in love with all that he is. I am in love with this moment.

Fast forward.

We are on the couch. Daylight lances the room through white vertical blinds. I’ve run out of socks so, he gives me a pair. A simple gesture that speaks volumes to his kindness. We watch an older movie. A DVD at that.

The couch is small and the space between us feels like a vast ocean. We can’t reveal too much to our guests. A storm is forming. More than that.

Flash back to the previous night. We are in the hot tub. It’s the three of us surrounded by an enclave of low buildings.

“Can they hear us?” He asks.

I am close to both bodies in the rolling crystalline water. The hot tub is backlit and looks like moonlight passing through cerulean gemstones.

Under my breath I whisper a spell. I close my eyes and feel for that string, that pull of magic to call around me.

In a instant, a torrent of wind roars to life and surrounds us like a host of a thousand angry spirits.

I dare a single soul to glance upon us or try to hear a single word we utter. It simply will not work. We are shrouded by my darkness and I savor it like the drink of a fine wine. Dark magic is addictive you know?

But I still use it.

And here we are.

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Robert Baldwin

Writer. Project Manager. Sorcerer. SF.

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