Idyllic

I wrote this about 23 years ago, there is actually a second page to it that continues the story; however, I seem to have misplaced it. I will post it if I can find it, in the meantime, from a once young girl’s dream of love and passion. Youth can be so beautifully saturating.



My Sweet Lover; a dream for me.

The sun has begun to set,
The sky is changing before me,
And I envision the evening to be a similar burst of colors.

4:00 p.m.
And I am standing in the shower,
The water is cool, yet it feels as though it burns my skin,
My mind, heated in the thought of your arriving shortly.
I take my time, allowing the water to caress me,
And I’m dreaming of you, dreaming of your kiss, dreaming of your touch,
And the water seems somehow jealous of how much wetter you make me.

4:30 p.m.
And I am lying on my bed,
Soft rays of dawn creeping over my naked body, still moist.
I take the scented lotion beside me and gently squeeze until rivers of white silk dance in the remaining light.
And I dream that it is your hand slowly rubbing the lotion in,
Slowly moving across my thighs, slowly moving across my stomach,
Slowly moving across my breasts, until the nipples harden beneath my fingers,
Closing my eyes, a moan of anticipation escapes my lips,
And the lotion seems somehow jealous of how much silkier you make me.

5:00 p.m.
And I am setting the table,
The smell of flowers and heady wine seem to intoxicate me,
And I dance with the shadows cast form the candlelight,
Wondering if you’ll enjoy removing what little I wear.
My hair, like rose petals, surrounds me, falling softly upon my shoulders,
My skin, still flush from earlier dreams,
Seems to glow more delicately than the golden gown that hangs like honey on my skin,
And the wine seems somehow jealous of how much more intoxicating your kiss is.

5:30 p.m.
And I hear your car door close as if awoken from a dream,
I gasp, surprised by the stumble of my heart,
I stand quietly in the candlelight, as if frozen in this moment.
I can feel you walking closer to me, yet I cannot move,
I can smell you; I can taste you in the air, surrounding me,
I can’t even breathe.
You don’t say a word, but I hear the moan escape your lips, and I feel the desire in your eyes,
And the candles’ fire seems somehow jealous of the heat radiating from our bodies.

A similar burst of colors.

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Idyllic

I still haven't found the ending to the above but I stumbled across this old piece and figured why not add it.

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Good Morning,
I will whisper softly into your ear as I draw lazily with my fingertips across your chest.

Good Morning,
And I will savor each syllable that falls from my mouth as I nibble teasingly at you ear.

Good Morning,
I will form words with my lips yet utter no sound just leave trails of hot kisses on the skin of your neck.

Good Morning, And it will be.... Into late afternoon.
I will make love to your body in this sheltered little room,
And I won't let the day in to take you away,
For just a while longer, inside me you will stay.

Every moment I want you touching my skin,
Every moment I need you inside me again,
Every heartbeat, every breath, every dream that comes true.....
Every time the earth moves, it'll will be because of you.

When later gets closer and I know you will go,
I will pray for time to "Please, move, s l o w."
Just one more touch, a caress or two.
You see My Darling Lover, I can not ever get enough of you.

And when do you leave, do not say good bye,
Do not make me promises, do not hear me cry,
Just slip away quietly and go, and maybe one day.....
Another Good Morning won't seem so far away.

Sweet Dreams

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you can tell them all you want but it won't matter until they think it does

p.s. I contradict my contradictions, with or without intention, sometimes.

Esco

That's beautiful.

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