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Late morning breaks with an orchestra of loud, angry cars outside my bedroom window. I wash hurriedly and make my way downstairs to the desolate lobby. I motion to the porter to hire me a cab while gulping down my caffeine breakfast. It is a two-hour drive to the gardens, and I tell myself that I should check out the place first. I don’t want any more surprises.

The cab arrives as I finish my coffee. The humidity of a full day is already upon us as I step into the cab. No air conditioning... great, I think. I feel myself melting in more ways than one.

The drive through the city is remarkably interesting and serene regardless of all the traffic and pollution. Kuala Lampur is a paradise lost to the inevitable sprawl of civilization. An exotic place with an equally exotic history, a place that is by any definition is a modern day Shangri-La.

We pull into the entrance to the gardens at 12:45pm. The place is teaming with honeymooners gawking for pictures and busload after busload of tourists, all shouldering handy cams... I pay the fair, and walk up the wide lane way to the main office. At the tourist office, I pick up a map of the gardens and check to where the fountain is located. It’s a long walk from my location so I decide to start right away.

The tropical flowers, the orchids and chrysanthemums billow their exotic scents into the afternoon air making the walk almost hypnotic. I see the fountain ahead... surrounded by more tourists and one particularly sensual goddess looking distinctly nervous – looking for a secure perch. The game plays into my hands.

There she is... in all her glorious beauty... her hair is longer than ever, down to her mid-back, straight golden strands of the most precious silk. She doesn’t see me, and I slowly weave my way towards her using the crowd as camouflage. My heart beats like it is about to explode inside my chest Her beauty is breathtaking... she is wearing a shear floral mini dress accented by three-inch heels, a small shoulder purse and designer sunglasses. The crowd ebbs and flows, cameras and camcorders buzz with the summer haze. It must be 38 C by now and with the humidity it feels like 42C.

I move ever closer and still she doesn’t see me. I watch her intently as she takes her right hand and gently sweeps it through her hair, serenely wiping the perspiration from her brow. As she turns once more looking for my figure in the crowd, I find myself directly behind her and I am overwhelmed by her sweet scent. I wish I could just stand here for an eternity and bathe in her beauty.

But my passion to be even closer overtakes my senses. Slowly, like an apparition taking form, I move up behind her until our bodies are touching. She senses me now but does not move. Is it fear or fascination that has her frozen? I am holding an orchid flower in my right hand, and place it gently in front of her golden face.

She takes a deep, deep breath, holds the scent inside her and then exhales like all her worries have disappeared. I wrap my left arm around her waist, holding her tight against my body. Together we melt into each other... holding each other with no desire ever to let go. I place the orchid in her hair and wrap my other arm around her. No words are spoken, just the everlasting song of two hearts beating in unison.

I feel that I am dreaming... everything happens in slow motion. Within my arms she turns and faces me. Her eyes are black opals, and teeth white pearls. I have to keep telling myself that she is real... that we are together again. She raises herself up on her toes, lips parted, discovering mine and we kiss. Such gentle tenderness... such wild abandon struggling to get out.

Onlookers stare at us like we are in the wrong place. I make a quick glance back and I feel the first raindrops on my arm. And then the heavens open and we are caught in a torrential midday shower. Tourists and honeymooners scramble for the nearby gazebos and other shelters but we just stay our course, passionately entangled in each other’s love.

The rain becomes harder and harder, and soon she is leading me deeper into the gardens. Eventually we find ourselves alone under a blossom tree. There is no one around... it is like we have walked out of reality into a fairytale. The rain is calmer here, safe under the canopy of the tree.

Our senses are overwhelmed with the exotic scents and the veil of mist that surrounds us. She pulls me close and our lips meet in a flurry of wet, probing kisses. Tongues dance back and forth, and small nibbles to create the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Our kisses are deep, breathtaking to a point that she pushes me away gasping for breath.

I see her now in all her splendor. She is my Venus, my Aphrodite, my Aka. The rain is incessant, but the canopy catches most of the raindrops. There she stands, her back arched against the tree, with perfectly shaped breasts beckoning me forward through her soaked gossamer dress. I grab her hands and pin them over her head against the tree.

She moans in agreement our lips meet and do not part for an eternity. I kiss her on her neck and then slowly kiss my way up to her ear. This drives her crazy and her moans become louder and louder. We do not care anymore. We know that all the others have either made their way back to their buses or are still sheltering themselves.

She pleads me to stop but I know she desires more. I can feel the slow grinding of her pelvis into my loins. For an instant I wonder how far we can go, and then as the rain turns to a thunderstorm, when we know that no one can hear our cries of passion... when my desire hears her whisper.

The rain slowly comes to an end, and we make our way back to the now empty gazebo by the main office. She tells me to wait there while she goes to make a phone call. I feel like my unending hunger has been satiated. Love and lust are the two most powerful forces of human nature. I wait for what seems like an eternity. Then make my way back to see what is taking her so long.

She is nowhere to be found, only a note on the payphone:

"If you really want me, you must wait for me. Meet my tonight at the Blue Palace. Dress accordingly."

XOXO

I hold the note, crushing it in my hand, not knowing to be angry, mesmerized, or exhilarated by her intrigue. I decide to play along but wonder where all this will end.