October 14, 2005

• SHE WRITES:

  
  

  This is something I wrote a while ago, but it fits … I love letting my imagination run wild.

  
  

  
  

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  I don’t know what it is about me, but lately I have been emanating so much warmth – and heat. It just radiates off of me. I think it is fueled by my desire and passion … for you.
  
  Do you know what sweet torture it is to have had you, yet … you are so far away? To only taste of your body between such long periods of time? I become starved and emaciated for your body Beloved. That is your name now. It came to me in a dream … Beloved. Loved by me. I whisper your name as I feel the echoes pulse within me of our last union.
  
  Beloved … you are electric.
  
  How I imagine our next meeting. I want to caress your face. Take in each feature through my fingertips and look at you to burn my memory with this image. The image of you and I … sitting with our legs entwined … in the darkness. You relaxed and receiving. I taking you into me with every single fiber of my being – angelic succubus. Beloved, you purge me of the poison of lust and desire by allowing me to take you like I do. Leave me clean.
  
  “Do you know how beautiful and precious you are to me Beloved?” I slowly and carefully whisper into your ear as I hold your face cupped in my hands. I want you to soak in each word and feel it deep down to your core. Then when I have let the words linger and make their way to your soul I will playfully, delicately and longingly lightly lick your earlobe and you will hear me exhale as you inhale. Breath interchanged in close space, and my hand falls from your face down to your chest.
  
  I can feel your heartbeat and my other hand travels from your neck to your back, I pull you closer … and deeper into me. Our ribs interlock and I close my legs around your waist. My hands roam free and so do my lips. I kiss … your forehead … your eyes … your nose … your cheeks … your neck … your shoulders … and finally. Finally … I sensually lick your lips and prepare it for a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see I am inside of you. And, with that I kiss you. I kiss you long and hard. I take your lip and bite it. Bite it with enough pressure to blur the boundary of pain and pleasure.
  
  Beloved. If you only knew. If you only knew that having you deep inside me. Thrusting in and out isn’t enough. I want to absorb you into me. I want to go beyond you and me. I want that moment where we are both one and time stops. Where beauty, love and light intersect. That thin crossroads of what is beyond words yet understood by both. That you are me and I am you … that we are one.
  
  At times Beloved. At times it feels like I so want to be intermingled inside with you that I think I will break you. The times I scratch your back and draw blood, I hold back. I want to tear you apart and see the warm core in the center of you that fills me with such passion and desire. What is it? Where is it Beloved? Is it your scent? Is it your warmth? Is it your words? Is it that look of your eye? The touch of your hand? That singular sigh?
  
  Beloved. I would move mountains and build bridges for you. I want to bathe and anoint your body with oils and lotions. I want to lick you from head to toe, run my hands through every inch of you. Record you for eternity from the outside in. I want to swim in your body Beloved; I want to live in your sea.

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