If you were here:
I wrote this a little while back and debated putting it here...I'm not sure if it is worth posting...I don't think it is very good...but I guess it should be left up to those who wish to read it.
We would be together, all night, in the dark, whispering...kissing,
touching...you holding me in your arms. I could be perfect for a
moment...when all else was terrific and frightening i would be safe.
You would be a hero, even if it was only for a moment. Perfection, they
say, is beyond the grasp of man..but it is not, it is only in another place
that man does not go, for fear i think. But when two become one, at that moment
perfection can be gained...when it is done in love or when the energy
of both is pure of heart and right of mind. I can see our perfection ...it
looms on the horizon of a dream yet undrempt...I wish for that dream to sweep
into my mind and for you to lie beside me. I crave the sound of your breath
and the heat of your body next to mine. Your lips on mine and your fingers
in my hair. I wish to know how you smell and taste and feel against me and
inside me. The sound of your voice in my ears and your hair brushing my face.
Your eyes locked with mine as your name crosses my lips, and the sweetness
of release. Soft fingers trailing down your back a toe running up and down
your leg. Small circles traced over your shoulders and chest. The feeling of
my warm breath on your chest, and my lips pressed softly to your neck and
shoulders. The sent of lavender and soap and sex. Soft panting and the
whispered mumbles that resemble an 'i love you' as one or both drift
into a dazed sleep, only to awake an hour or so later.
We would be together, all night, in the dark, whispering...kissing,
touching...you holding me in your arms. I could be perfect for a
moment...when all else was terrific and frightening i would be safe.
You would be a hero, even if it was only for a moment. Perfection, they
say, is beyond the grasp of man..but it is not, it is only in another place
that man does not go, for fear i think. But when two become one, at that moment
perfection can be gained...when it is done in love or when the energy
of both is pure of heart and right of mind. I can see our perfection ...it
looms on the horizon of a dream yet undrempt...I wish for that dream to sweep
into my mind and for you to lie beside me. I crave the sound of your breath
and the heat of your body next to mine. Your lips on mine and your fingers
in my hair. I wish to know how you smell and taste and feel against me and
inside me. The sound of your voice in my ears and your hair brushing my face.
Your eyes locked with mine as your name crosses my lips, and the sweetness
of release. Soft fingers trailing down your back a toe running up and down
your leg. Small circles traced over your shoulders and chest. The feeling of
my warm breath on your chest, and my lips pressed softly to your neck and
shoulders. The sent of lavender and soap and sex. Soft panting and the
whispered mumbles that resemble an 'i love you' as one or both drift
into a dazed sleep, only to awake an hour or so later.