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Description How long had it been since he had been here?

Since i had heard his laugh, like water... oh so deep and all encompassing i become enthralled by it.

Since he embraced me, so tenderly and carefully... as if i'd break if he held too tight or took too large a breath. Exhaling softly over my shoulder and making the hair on the back of my head stand and a shiver course through my body forcing me to arch on to him.

Since he looked at me with bashful wonder, whispering sweet nothings into the the cold evening air as my heart beats desperately for him and my very soul yearns for his touch.

Since his name tumbled from my lips as if in prayer, over and over again, as i forget my own name... as i forget all woes... as i forget everything but the strong, heated, devilish god making my body tingle and aquiesce to each and all of his silent commands.

Since i created rivers softly running over my cheeks as he slept beside me and my recalcitrant mind created unintelligible tales of sorrow and darkness even as my heart soared to undiscovered heights of blissful happiness.

Since i wailed at the image of retreating back from the oppressing safety of my porch unable to follow my very life as it rips from me in bloody gashes and quietly walks away forever linked to him.

Since i grew tired and weary somberly moving forward even if as laying in bed i waited... hoping against hope to to be home again...

Since he crumbled my skies and upturned my ground like a savage storm of eerie stillness with which no footing could be achieved.

Since i woke in trepidation covered in sweat with glistening eyes and velutinous mind, reaching for what was not to be found and touched the pliable flesh of the warm body laying beside me, detected the sweet scent of him and crushingly held him to me as woke to my despair and with a smile in voice he dispelled all the monsters gnawing at my core.

Isn't time the most wondrous thing?

In a second you live a lifetime of pain that never ends, and in the same time you crown your heart with elation for the fleetest of moments.

As i watch on, bitter warm tea in hand, i lock the dark emptiness the lurks inside, confident in the home we have built from the ground up, and certain of the unwavering strength and protection of the man enveloping me.
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