I'm posting this for my friend, Werelemming, because he doesn't have an
account set up yet. He wrote this for his wife, but it seemed to suit Ian
and Sara, and I thought it was just too good not to post. Since he has
never posted before, please let him know what you think. He'll be eagerly
awaiting your reviews.
The candles are lit. The lights are dimmed. The stage is set. I take my lovers hand, and we dance. The music is the music of our hearts. The steps, a waltz of our own making. In subdued light we move, swaying to an unheard beat. Our hands cling firmly to each other as our bodies rise and fall with our steps. Our arms wrap each other as we pull closer. A flash of hair, a waft of scent, my lover is mine and mine alone, and there is naught can take her from me.
Slowly the music shifts. The delicate dance of love begins to change in tempo. Hands are still held, arms still wrap, the beat keeps a new time though. With a nuzzle of hair, I feel my passion stirred. With a scent, my desire for my lover rises. Movement begins to cease, but the beat is still felt. We stop. Holding the embrace, we cling as if to life itself, squeezing. My face buried in my lovers hair, my eyes closed to all but my dream of her. The moment lasts an eternity, and for just an instant, as I pull away longing to see the face of my beloved.
With but a glance, I am smitten anew, as I am every time I see her face. Her emerald eyes speak to me. They speak to me of love and desire, of contentment, and of the future. Words unsaid pass from them to my waiting ears. The secrets of the universe, and the simplest of wishes are mine to behold. Her nose, the perfect thing, sits regally over her lips. And her lips are the sweetest flower, the color of fascination, the shape of all desire.
I step back, and as if in a dream, she stands before me, clothed in nothing but her radiance. My vision takes a journey of years over the beauty that is my love. And she is beautiful. The fullness of her form, and the delicacy of her shape hold me in sway. She is my perfection, my divine, my muse. It is to her that I must cling, and it is her that is my heart's desire.
In the space of mere steps, I am with her again. The dance forgotten, the beat still lingers. My arms embrace her as I pull her to me. Eyes closed, I discover her again with my hands. My fingers trace lines over all my favorite places. The curve of a breast, the small of a back, the tenderness of the nape of neck. Perfect. Perfect and as familiar to me as my face in a mirror. My fingers dance themselves as they skirt silently over my lover's body. As if reading her every cell, they move. Gently they float, brushing lightly over found hair, to tickle just a little and make my lover aware of their presence. Her gentle moans tell me she knows. And as her breathing speeds, our hearts keep time together again.
The moment is upon us. An unquestioned fire scorches within both of us. The physical need is undeniable. With no need for words, we could fall willing victim to our passion. It would be ecstasy. It would be the stuff of legend. It would be perfect. So we kiss. All that we are goes into that single kiss. We are perfect. We are complete. We are one. And knowing perfection in our grasp, I step away. We pause........
Then we dance.
The candles are lit. The lights are dimmed. The stage is set. I take my lovers hand, and we dance. The music is the music of our hearts. The steps, a waltz of our own making. In subdued light we move, swaying to an unheard beat. Our hands cling firmly to each other as our bodies rise and fall with our steps. Our arms wrap each other as we pull closer. A flash of hair, a waft of scent, my lover is mine and mine alone, and there is naught can take her from me.
Slowly the music shifts. The delicate dance of love begins to change in tempo. Hands are still held, arms still wrap, the beat keeps a new time though. With a nuzzle of hair, I feel my passion stirred. With a scent, my desire for my lover rises. Movement begins to cease, but the beat is still felt. We stop. Holding the embrace, we cling as if to life itself, squeezing. My face buried in my lovers hair, my eyes closed to all but my dream of her. The moment lasts an eternity, and for just an instant, as I pull away longing to see the face of my beloved.
With but a glance, I am smitten anew, as I am every time I see her face. Her emerald eyes speak to me. They speak to me of love and desire, of contentment, and of the future. Words unsaid pass from them to my waiting ears. The secrets of the universe, and the simplest of wishes are mine to behold. Her nose, the perfect thing, sits regally over her lips. And her lips are the sweetest flower, the color of fascination, the shape of all desire.
I step back, and as if in a dream, she stands before me, clothed in nothing but her radiance. My vision takes a journey of years over the beauty that is my love. And she is beautiful. The fullness of her form, and the delicacy of her shape hold me in sway. She is my perfection, my divine, my muse. It is to her that I must cling, and it is her that is my heart's desire.
In the space of mere steps, I am with her again. The dance forgotten, the beat still lingers. My arms embrace her as I pull her to me. Eyes closed, I discover her again with my hands. My fingers trace lines over all my favorite places. The curve of a breast, the small of a back, the tenderness of the nape of neck. Perfect. Perfect and as familiar to me as my face in a mirror. My fingers dance themselves as they skirt silently over my lover's body. As if reading her every cell, they move. Gently they float, brushing lightly over found hair, to tickle just a little and make my lover aware of their presence. Her gentle moans tell me she knows. And as her breathing speeds, our hearts keep time together again.
The moment is upon us. An unquestioned fire scorches within both of us. The physical need is undeniable. With no need for words, we could fall willing victim to our passion. It would be ecstasy. It would be the stuff of legend. It would be perfect. So we kiss. All that we are goes into that single kiss. We are perfect. We are complete. We are one. And knowing perfection in our grasp, I step away. We pause........
Then we dance.