~STILL WATERS~
When a gentle breeze dances across still waters, it leaves behind in its wake small ripples...a line where the water has swelled up to meet the caress of the wind, and then as if charged by it, fanned out across the surface...slowly subsiding...until all is calm again.
So it was with your touch. As your finger traced its way across my cool flesh, my skin swelled to meet it, and then small shivers fanned out across my body like tiny waves in the wake of the wind. But the ripples in my flesh did not subside...but rather multiplied under the daunting tease of white lightning. You played me like a fine instrument, your skillfull hands drawing heat to my flesh...making my blood boil over, rise to the surface. Your kisses tasted of bitter sweet wine, and left my lips burning, scorched by a desert sun. As you pressed against me, the softness of you gave stark contrast to the taughtness of my own muscles, straining to become one with your own. Our limbs began to mingle, entwining themselves like the roots of an old tree, and the faint taste of salt greeted my tongue as I tasted your flesh for the first time. Each of us explorers, we traversed the rolling hills, and lingered on the barren plains...allowing the pungent perfumes of our passion to dance around us, like a moth around a flickering flame. As my tide rose, you beckoned forth the storm...eagerly drawing the thunder from within. And then without warning, you plunged deep within the hive, seeking out the sweet honey. You ate from the fruits of our passion, let the sweet nectors drip from your lips. Blinded by the fury of the storm growing inside me, I arched to the heavens, and gave myself in selfish sacrifice. You feasted in glory until I was left spent, a limp sail on a quiet ocean. With delicate tenderness you glistened my parched lips with the moisture of a kiss. Then silently we lay together, still waters after the storm.
copyright ©1998 Bonnie S. Pease
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