A Feeling…

Tracy Music fills the air as I let go of this world and start my journey into the night. I become weightless as I float gently through an opening in the clouds. I have no conscious thoughts as I free myself of what was and open myself to what is.

Emotions run high as I close my eyes in anticipation and begin to walk slowly up the spiral staircase. I can hear my own heart beat as I go into a deep meditative state. A sense of calm leads me to the wood door I know so well. As I gently place my hand on it, I feel his energy flood the room. He was waiting for me this time. His energy wraps around me, he is home, he is safe, he is pure undeniable love. I see more clearly than I have ever before, yet my eyes are gently closed. Our breath synchronizes, building with each moment. He is warm, the air is cool…a sensual contrast. His strength is more powerful and protective of me this time. He is ready to take the next step. I hear him inhale my essence as he comes close to touching me. His thoughts pure and intimate pull me closer to him with each breath.

womanI yearning for him to reach out and touch my heart with his bare hands. I need to feel his flesh come alive. Connecting without words, sideway glances, a breath away from our eyes connecting for the first time. I feel him brush against me sending shivers down my spine. I have no control of my movements. He wants desperately for me to look deep into his eyes, I can feel it. I slip back and forth from thought to feeling, unable to see him clearly. Something is coming between us I can’t control. My thoughts overpower my feelings holding my heart at bay. I keep gently slipping away connected by the thread of desire. Desire to feel his entire being collide with mine.

He stands behind me close enough to feel his breath on my neck. His lips graze my cheek. His scent is intoxicating. His hands wrap around me like a force protecting me from the world that surrounds us. I stand in the shadows of my dream not wanting to return, not knowing what will happen next.

The morning air waits patiently for me to open my eyes as I start my decent from the night. A breeze gently blow a wave of emotions across my exposed skin. The moment I am conscious the feeling of his warmth washes over me. My night dream comes rushing back as tears flowing down my cheeks, knowing. Laying half naked not ready to open my eyes I relive the feelings from the night. My heart steps back into the shadow as my thoughts wake with the sun.

I can recall the feeling as my memory fades, so familiar it haunts me.

Morning Interlude…

My mind wakes to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. I slowly inhale the aroma that fills the air. A light breeze gently kisses my exposed cheek good-morning as I stretch my leg across the bed to find you. You are gone long enough for your body heat to leave the sheets cool to touch. The warmth of the sun on the flowers outside the window infuse yet another scent in the air. Mock Orange wafts across my body, only covered by a light sheet that has fallen to the curve of my waist. My shoulders feel cool and fresh not having your arms wrapped around them. I feel your energy in the room. You gazes upon me as I lay still enveloped by the thoughts of last night. Our thoughts pass back and forth to one another connecting on a spiritual level, intertwine like a story spoken aloud. I hear you. I feel you sifting through each one, trying as I do to focus but there are too many that jump in front of the other. You slip gently out the door knowing I need more time to play our encounter over again before I wake.

Our intimate early morning embrace that lead to yet another passionate moment shared between us keeps me from opening my eyes…I enjoy equally my fantasy of what you have done to me from the moment we met, to the reality of our first encounter, to this moment. You have never left me, even for a second.

My first conscious thought of the night sends me back into full-blown passion that exploded between the sheet. My body reacts. The crisp cotton fabric slowly releases the infused energy captured between us, sending visual pictures frame by frame like an old movie playing on the inside of my eye lids.

The warm sun casts a light flash on my face as I feel your energy once again enter the room in your physical form. The air is pulled from the window across my hair tickling my face as you open the door. All of my senses are enhanced by not seeing you. I feel you, I hear your heart beat bouncing off the walls crashing into mine. I smell your masculine pheromones fill the air knowing what is on your mind.

A Morning Interlude ~ to be continued…

In the Light of the Moon

His words captivated me from the very first moment. He drew me in ever so gently with the soft flow of our conversation. Subtle innuendos floated between us, stimulating a depth to each verse that was written. I cautiously read between his lines. His words were unique, peaking my interest. He intrigued my mind, body and soul. His energy was like a magnet slowly leading me down a path I’d yet to explore. He stirred my emotions, passionately placing poetic prose along the way for me to taste. I savoured each one, cautiously looking back trying to keep my bearings. I quickly became comfortably lost, not knowing from where I came. All my senses were tuned at once. He knew exactly how to capture me. We connected deeply, having never met in the physical realm. I wondered if he was a figment of my imagination…an exploration or adventure I yearned for. My heart would stay safe and protected as I reached for more, as long as my eyes stayed gently closed.

We reached fearlessly to another level…I heard his voice and instantly felt our connection deepen. As his first word slip slowly from his mouth my ears anticipated his tone. I held my breath in hope. He became real in that moment. I floated away on the magical story blanket he carefully lay beneath me…I was open to where ever he would take me. Trust.

Each day my mind drifted back into the clouds where he waited for me. We embraced with our energy. I wonder if somehow we reconnected from another time. He felt familiar in a way I could not explain. He had come back for a reason. Perhaps he heard me call.

I could feel him enter my room each night, whispering in my ear...I want you. His energy washed over my body, making me forget I was alone. He stood close enough that I felt his breath on my neck. The energy in his palms and finger tips followed the curves of my silhouette. My walls slipped off my shoulders and fell to the ground like the satin fabric that gently touched my body. I was open, willing and ready to let go of everything, surrendering to him as we started our dance in the light of the moon.

Our energy intertwined, making love to one another, wrapping us both in a warm glow. We continued to inhaled the essence of the moment, both left wanting more. I courageously opened my eyes finding myself floating on what was. I could still feel his presence in the room, he was unable to leave. We were attached to one another by a thin silver thread. I slipped into a dream like state, knowing he was there watching…content to just be.

To not touch the man who caressed my soul with his mind would become painful. To not taste his lips or feel his heart beat would sadden my soul as each day past. To not take the chance that we may explode into something neither of us had experienced, was frightening. How could a man I had never met make me feel so scared and safe at the same time.

Like the moon and the morning sun, we continue to long for one another…