That was many years ago, on a night full of stars, I was watching the television with my then girlfriend Emily. Our love was young, and watching TV while rubbing each other’s shoulders felt better than a traditional Thai massage…
I’ve forgotten what we watched on TV, but not that it matters. The only thing that mattered was her company… enjoyed every nanoseconds of it. The air was so full of love and smelled lofty. We would exchange stories, stares and whispered words of love like poets. It was euphoric.
It lasted almost the whole night, until my love became too tired and rested voluptuously on my lap. The sound of the TV then slowly faded (coz I fucking pressed the remote you moron) and the next thing I knew, was that the night suddenly receded into a halcyon ambiance… the only thing audible was the droning sound of the cicadas (save for a few occasional cacklings from the lizards frigging each other on the ceiling).
I was watching her weaving dreams, as she advents deeper into her dormant state … her delicate mouth wide agape, inundated with her saliva nectar of ptyalin. I can’t help but to feel grateful at that particular moment, that I get to experience such a tranquil moment with my love … unlike those stray dogs sleeping by the roadside alone (albeit they kinda have unlimited sex activities with basically any other fellow dogs…)
I continued to drift further in my drunkenly love state, when suddenly, I heard something disturbingly disturbing. It’s POOOOOT. A perfect POOOOT with all the correct tones and curves. I was dumbfucked. I felt romantic no more … but was preparing for the worst by holding my breath (coz I can’t fucking bail… she’s still sleeping on my lap. I can’t just flip her off irresponsibly). But there wasn’t any nasty smell … and I took a few test whiffs before allowing myself to breathe properly again.
Due to the worn off feel of romanticism, my legs suddenly felt numb (coz her head restricting my blood flow) and decided to shift a little. My movements somehow triggered something inside her that I couldn’t possibly explain … and she let off another rip of fart. POOOOT. Again, it was with the most perfect tone I’ve ever heard. This time, I couldn’t contain myself, but laughed out loud like a jackass - waking her up.
As confused as a cuttlefish, she duly asked me “What happened ?”. I replied her “My dear, you’ve just ripped the most perfect fart I’ve ever heard in my life …” And we laughed it off together.
*this post was inspired by the previous entry about farts.

