Falling
I dreamt of you. If I told you, would you believe me? Your eyes told me you would. Beautiful, onyx eyes told me so. They yearned for me as I do for you. Yes, you longed for me. No, it was not lust; it ran deeper than carnal thirst. It frightened me in a manner that none could arise in me other than you. And the reaction you caused in me... Waiting for me to fall into your flames, smiling ever knowingly. Let us lose ourselves in our caresses before you take me.
I dreamt of you. Would you believe me if I told you a second time? On my knees? Feral curves told me so. They captured me with flaming tendrils of passion to which I tethered myself. Strange, is it not, that I am lured to you like such...when all you do is look upon me? They moaned for my touch, even moreso your lips. Your lips refused to lie as they pulled me tighter desperately... wanting me for yourself. Barely from consciousness, we came together for just one last time; surrendering to bliss... Come, please, hold me close as one.
I dreamt of you. Would you believe me if placed my life on it? No? You lie, yet your body and eyes do not. Your voice betrays us ... Why? Is it duty? While I desire you, you only love me like you love the others. Why? Is my love insufficient? Have I done something wrong? Or, is it another lov—Of course, of course. Always her. It will always be her, not I. How could I have not known, been so blind…when it was right before me? I understand…
Falling…
...hurts...
...wish...
...loved...
...last time...
...my beloved.
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Author's note: Well, is the pairing obvious, yet? Is it sad enough or should I make it more angsty? Please review.
May 27, 2003: Updated. Not much change to this chapter. I couldn't play with the words much without completely changing, and that's a BIG no-no.