And time stood still
And time stood still. Brought back to another night in time
where upon this very shore we first made love.
I hung my head, feeling empty and dejected. I was not
supposed to ever see you again, by my choice not yours. I was not to ever feel
for you again, having shut and locked that part of my emotions away. All those
centuries of living and playing the role of a bard, acting upon the grand stage
of life (as Shakespeare once said of this lowly world in which we exist) I followed
the script to a t except where you were always concerned. All my life, all it
ever was to me was just a play.
I almost lost my balance in slipping, fell back into your
arms. They came around my waist and I could feel your muscles ripple under your
shirt as they braced tight around me. Slowly you release me from the confines
of your touch. “I remember a time that you would have turned to thank me for
saving you.,” you whisper in my ear.
Saving me? You were the one that condemned me. To feel the
way I do.
You pull my hair back and I feel your breath hot against my
neck as your lips touch my skin and set my heart to quicken.
My body mocks my heart as my soul betrays my very mind.
Emotions well up inside me, ones that were locked away, now set free by one act
of your being. You knew. You knew deep down what that would do to me..how it
would tear through my heart like a sword, once again like your love did so long
ago. It was supposed to have been dead, that love. Buried like the bones in the
ground, but yet you resurrected those long ago memories by one kiss.
My breath becomes short as my lungs constrict and fight for
air. Damn you for making my body betray me in this way! I say nothing, still
not willing to face you, as your hand travels around my stomach up to touch my
lips with the back of your fingers. They brush my cheek, turning to rest my
head in your rough callused hand. Yes. Your coup de gras where I was concerned.
I hear you chuckle that deep throaty sound of victory when you always thought
you had won.
"You have missed me, I see?" You bend down and
breathe deep the scent of jasmine in my hair.
I never tired of your scent, I thought to myself. If you
only knew. ..
You would come in, wet with the sweat of the day, tired and
worn out. Your hair would be matted to your head, and I would pour a basin of
water from the pitcher on the table. I would get a cloth, dampen it, and
straddle your sitting form to wash your face for you. You would close your eyes
and raise your head just the slightest for me to get underneath on your neck. I
would wipe and rinse the day’s work from your loving face while your arms
encompassed me. I could feel you…your hardness rising in anticipation of what
was to come. The cloth would be abandoned to the floor as I would close my eyes
and kiss you long and deep, exploring your mouth like a new cave, sucking on
your tongue, letting you know that it would continue somewhere else later on..
I remember..And I smile as you turn me around toward you.
The wind whips at my skirt. As you bend down to kiss my waiting lips…
