Warm breeze milks stress from the mind like experienced nimble fingers upon a taut muscle. Humid salt air wafts in from the southern Caribbean with each crashing wave upon the velvet clay textured beach. Riches untold within and out, overpowering the senses, seductive and dreamlike. Our bungalow, deep in the jungle awaits our weary spirits. Come inside the magnificent, mystical canopy. Promise, you won't mind the ride. Me and you, one island, one union, one time. Warm, wet, sweaty, intoxicatingly bewitching. Breathe. Just breathe. Now. With me. As us. As one.
Can you hear it. The surf darlin'. A crescendo matching the intensity shining in our eyes, the beat of our hearts. Can you hear it. My love dear. Hear it in my eyes, see it in my touch, feel it in my whispers. Let me hold your hands and gaze into the liquid of your soul. Open yourself, open to me, open to us. Walk to the cliff. Feel the breeze that only lovers feel. Come to the edge with me.
My hand caresses your cheek warmed by the day's sun. At the speed of light, still took more than eight minutes to travel from source to you and in this moment, to my hand. Millions of miles of warmth, from you to me, in this moment, the sun, you and me, as one sensation of warmth and love. What are you, who am I, where is the sun if not embodied in the pulse of our touch.
Talk to me sweetness. Utter the words I long to hear, words born of pure intent, sacrificed at the alter of passion, profound in their direct simplicity. Tickle my ears with a symphony of she-devilish delectation. Swoon with the musical flow of two hearts in tune. Fear not the fall, what my arms might miss, my heart will catch.
"Warm breeze milks stress from the mind like experienced nimble fingers upon a taut muscle"
what a sentence to start with, I am hooked immediately...
this is beautiful writing, so delicate, so sensual and so touching.
"Tickle my ears with a symphony of she-devilish delectation. Swoon with the musical flow of two hearts in tune. Fear not the fall, what my arms might miss, my heart will catch."
Like letters read on film, where the voice changes into that of the person who wrote it, I hear every nuance reading as listening. :-)
CC is special for so many reasons. For being the seed to so much wonder. For the memories of reading it that very first, few first, times and the lightning bolt realization of something really already known, words written by you are a rare kind of wonderful. Reading now as then, I fall in love, with the language, with the imagery, with the expression, with the world giggle if you will but what I mean is that this piece of writing reminds me of all that is beautiful in our world, how people can touch one another in this way, through art, through words, through the sharing of thought and feeling, it reminds me of love, of desire, of the warmth of the sun and so as not to quote excessively the beauty, power, benevolence and symmetry of nature, of creation. of open, caring hearts(,...,). CC is a happy occasion.
"so delicate, so sensual and so touching", so true.
You are truly a master of word play. I've read two chapters and your words have left me absolutely breathless. Color me impressed. I'm quite excited to delve further into your work. It'll take me some time, as I've let you know about my busy schedule, but work like this simply cannot go unread. I was surprised to see you're not far from me either! High five for Tennessee writers! =)
"Warm breeze milks stress from the mind like experienced nimble fingers upon a taut muscle"
what a sentence to start with, I am hooked immediately...
this is beautiful writing, so delicate, so sensual and so touching.
"Tickle my ears with a symphony of she-devilish delectation. Swoon with the musical flow of two hearts in tune. Fear not the fall, what my arms might miss, my heart will catch."
When I was in college I was told I should not consider a career in writing. For the next 20 years I wrote nothing. About three years ago, I discovered blogging and fractals. I started posting fractals.. more..