Monday, October 12, 2009

Day 284

4:06 in the morning.

She permeates my thoughts.

We are a volatile mix. A anomalous brew of the hottest fire and the coldest ice.

The result is something astonishing.

Her standing naked in the candle light.

Me inhaling the very essence of her.

She smiles at me. I smile at her.

We stand and hold each other.

Our love is a friendship caught on fire. We stand in the flames, feeding them while the flames feed us.

Our incorporation of our thoughts and emotions and feelings combine to make love.

Yes, we create our love.

We fight it. Not because we aren't ready. Not because we don't want one another.

We fight it because our love is a pure high; easily addictive, dangerously enslaving.

We get lost in our love. No one else matters.

Her kisses nibble at my very soul. My touch makes her tremble with euphoria.


It is what we are.


Darius Sinclair™ said...

I let Gina read this, and she pounced on me. lol.

JStar said...

This is beautifully written! Love is such a beautiful thing and you described it in few words :)

Soulful Jenn said...

Sweet; heartfelt.

P.S. I've caught up & read all your posts. Inspiring to say the the least. Anticipating more writing. Thank you.


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