Soulsmile29

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Enjoying life to the fullest is my policy.

Care to hear a story? Thoughts.... Concentration.... Willingness.... Desire... But yet, most of all.... Purity.... So please get comfy, sit back or stretch out and just imagine...

I am walking in the deep forest ... there is the sound of my breath passing through my lips. The sound of a breeze passing through the trees over head. The sounds of leaves being crushed under my feet. Shafts of the late sunlight dancing across my shoulders like gentle prodding pressing me on. And I am walking. And I am walking. And I am walking. Without warning or preamble I come to a long open space. The clearing stretches as far as the eye can see in either direction. The forest has been severed in half and this is the dividing line. The place between here and everywhere else. In this clearing lies the worn rails for an ancient train. It has been many years since the ground shook with it's passing. I have been here before. I start to cross the tracks. and there caught in between the decrepit rails is growing a small perfect flower. I lean down and stroke my hand across the cold rusty steel guarding the precious find. My instinct was to reach down and pull it from the earth. I wanted to hold such perfection. To possess it. Make it mine. But I have been here before. A smile forms across my mouth. I extend my hand and caress this perfection. I stroke the petals gently. The temperature of my body rises and my mouth runs dry. I am suspended in time by a hot sweet scent… The sun was setting. Brilliant came the stars, painting him in light. Whistling a soft tune ... my voice echoing into the woods, I began to muse to myself. When I was young I dreamt of a face and in its frame were eyes like those above. They were dark and deep, somehow I had always thought them sad. Their beckoning ... an answer to my own need. I have always loved the night. I come to him and am filled with a celestial power. I am ignited in his presence and I burn for his touch…With my eyes toward heaven everything turns to black and I am left with a single perfect star beyond the reach of my out stretched hand. I wanted to hold such perfection. To possess it. Make it mine. But I have been here before.

I awake and there you are lying next to me...so peaceful...so still. A smile forms across my mouth. You stir. Your eyes break the seal of your dreams. Looking at your body as shafts of the morning sunlight dance across your soft skin like gentle prodding beckoning my hands to touch you. Your voice rises through the quiet. You ask me what I am thinking.