This is a story of connection. Sometimes you can not be together in the physical sense, but certainly you can in the spiritual sense. If only you believe.
As I see your name fade from the screen bracketed as you go off line, a wistful sense of loss surrounds my spirit. The smile on my lips begins to fade as I know it is late and I must go to bed. Turning off the computer it seems as if the last tendril of connection is about to disappear...but it has to be. You are not there it is only a screen after all. I go to my room undressing slipping your worn tshirt over my head brushing out my hair letting it fall down over my shoulders to rest long against my back. Looking into the mirror I see this woman that is me, but such a sense of melancholy in her expression. Leaning to turn off the light I climb into my bed stretching adjusting the pillows feeling the roll of the waterbed's waves. Somehow soothing this weary soul tonight. Letting it rock me gently lulling my senses into a deep sleep. The last conscious thought of this man I love. A smile touches my lips. I dream. I see myself walking towards you standing on a cloud waiting for me. Arms stretched open giving such a feeling of warmth and safety. Beckoning me towards you the promise of such passion lying just beneath the surface. As I approach you your face lights with a radiant smile which emanates from deep within your spirit. Enticing my own to freely walk within your arms. As they encircle me pulling me closer my body fitting to yours my spirit entwining with yours my passion rising to yours our lips meet. Looking into your eyes seeing knowing YES we will love this night. Slowly we lay down in the soft cloud of our making cushioning us as we two single spirits become as one once again.
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Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone
9/24/2007
Love the goose bumps as the spirit passes through this one. Such a wonderful dream to fall into. Lady J
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As I see your name fade from the screen bracketed as you go off line, a wistful sense of loss surrounds my spirit. The smile on my lips begins to fade as I know it is late and I must go to bed. Turning off the computer it seems as if the last tendril of connection is about to disappear...but it has to be. You are not there it is only a screen after all. I go to my room undressing slipping your worn tshirt over my head brushing out my hair letting it fall down over my shoulders to rest long against my back. Looking into the mirror I see this woman that is me, but such a sense of melancholy in her expression. Leaning to turn off the light I climb into my bed stretching adjusting the pillows feeling the roll of the waterbed's waves. Somehow soothing this weary soul tonight. Letting it rock me gently lulling my senses into a deep sleep. The last conscious thought of this man I love. A smile touches my lips. I dream. I see myself walking towards you standing on a cloud waiting for me. Arms stretched open giving such a feeling of warmth and safety. Beckoning me towards you the promise of such passion lying just beneath the surface. As I approach you your face lights with a radiant smile which emanates from deep within your spirit. Enticing my own to freely walk within your arms. As they encircle me pulling me closer my body fitting to yours my spirit entwining with yours my passion rising to yours our lips meet. Looking into your eyes seeing knowing YES we will love this night. Slowly we lay down in the soft cloud of our making cushioning us as we two single spirits become as one once again.
