my life

Wednesday, Mar. 13, 2002 : 12:38 pm
Tension of Wildflowers

You can hear the static caused by the racing of the pulse and

Almost see it start to quicken as it runs thru the veins of the lovers reaching out to hold one another.

The anticipation of the day gone and the night waiting to encapture them

is almost too much to bear and they can barely breathe at times as they think

about how long they have waited for this moment of togetherness and want to make it last as they are not sure when a time such as this will arise and let them be together again. Wrapped in eachothers arms and caressing every inch of their bodies while still not letting go for an instant.

Their love is one that is encapsulating and complex, yet at the same time so simple. They are in love. Tears are brought about at times in her eyes as she feels her heart aching for her love. Why does he have to go? Can he not stay and make love to her just once more? Just one more time?? The pounding of their hearts in synch make a loud drumming noise in her head and she can at times not hear anything else.

She is not alone in her heartache, He can't stop the dreams in which he goes back to that enchanting day and her hair draped over him like a blanket of comfort in the cold night. Longing for one more kiss from her velvety mouth so as to imprint a permanent feeling of her lips on his face. So that he can go back to that moment that seems so fleeting now but at the time felt like it could last for a lifetime.

The world outside is gone, drowned out as to allow themthe ability to flow together like water. At perfect harmony with eachothers needs, wants, and desires. They breathe eachother in and are in another world. One where they can be together and never have to let go of eachother. Where they can cling to eachother like sand on wet skin.

The feeling ca n only be compared to trespassing into a field of wildflowers that is perhaps offlimits yet is so beautiful that it captures you; the passerby so utterly and completely, that it is impossible not to run, but to almost flock to it like your feet are being pulled along solely by the air soaring beneath them. As they slowly stop and lay your body down on a patch of rich indian paint brushes, daisies, and soft brush of wild dandelions and grass.

You feel almost whole again. As if all the problems are now blown away by the breeze carrying your hair into a whirlwind and you can't seem to care about not being able to see with you eyes as they are now closed. You have been taken over by the aromas entering your nostrils. The effect is so powerful you contemplate laying there for the rest of the peaceful afternoon and all duties to the world.

This could be described solely as pure bliss, that is quickly accompanied by sadness as they part ways and wait until the next time their love can unite in a passionate display of being together as they make love and appreciate the fact that there is not another being out in the universe so perfect for one another as the two of them. For they are in love.

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