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Darkness (standard:romance, 352 words) | |||
Author: DonnaR | Added: Mar 09 2001 | Views/Reads: 3745/8 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
In memory of Allan, my "on line" friend that became much, much more to me than just that. This was written the week of his death as a way to help me with my own pain. | |||
I walk into the woods, dark and damp. I listened for your voice, but all was silent. The morning gives way to evening and evening to night. I have searched for you high and low, but you are not to be found. The daylight, what little there was, has disappeared into darkness. I sit under a large oak tree and lean against its solid trunk. Tears are falling from my eyes, I cannot stop them. I close my eyes in the darkness so that I may again see your face. I can see you then, as you were at our last joining. Your face was flushed with excitement and passion. Your eyes smiled at me. Your hands were gentle and knowledgeable as they brought my body to life. I can still taste your lips, almost as if you were with me now. A soft breeze lifts my hair from my neck and I imagine it is your hands. The tears dry upon my cheeks and I pretend it is your sweet mouth kissing them away. In the whispering of the leaves I hear your voice. I hear the words of reassurance you told me. I allow myself to feel that comfort now. All that I am, all that I have, I gave to you. Freely given. I slip quietly down the well of sleep. In my dreams I reach for you again and you welcome me as before. We love and we laugh. Friends and lovers. You come to me, naked, warm, and cover my body with yours. I feel you warming me in the darkness. I welcome you into my body, holding you close, keeping you near. I feel the approaching ecstasy and I welcome it with enthusiasm. Don't leave me again. Don't be gone when I open my eyes. I awaken to the lessening of darkness and the sounds of the early morning birds. My body is chilled, no longer does the dream image of you warm me. I arise and continue my solitary journey, in search of you through the woods of my life. Please come home to me. Tweet
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