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She invited me, with the simple grace of her delicate fingers willing me toward her, the slow bat of her eyes as if not to let me from her sight for to long, the sweet curves of the corners of her mouth tracing my name, drawing me in.
She lay down for me, her taunt tan body splayed out in front of me like amber fields rippling from the wind with her every breath, her body shifting slowly with every caress from my exploring fingertips, her hair radiating around her alluring face housing eyes as deep and green as emeralds glimmering in the sun.
She opened herself to me, like a flower eagerly capturing the penetrating rays of the sun, hungry for its warmth and security, and I danced inside her as a bee, playful with each petal, enveloping myself in sweet nectar covering myself in her essence.
She whispered to me, secrets of life, of love, of the universe opening my soul to see creation explode from the tiniest spark into an inferno so hot I could feel myself melt. I could hear my past scream away into the cold darkness of uncertainty, my present in the heartbeat that pulsed rhythmically between us, and my future shouting out the glory of hope and serenity. Her voice was a symphony and I her only audience.
She touched me, wrapping herself around me, her fingers firmly in my back, her arms supporting me, moving me, her legs driving me, and her lips loving me as passionate and slow as an artist painting me in new colors vibrant and bright.
She gave birth to me, to a world that had been long denied to me, that was just as much a mystery as a myth to all that I had known, shattering all the barriers that had once held back the raw emotion of love, subduing the cold stale reason of contentment. I now longed, wanting to walk again, to experience life again, this time with a stronger heartbeat. The heartbeat of two.
She killed me, the man who long had stood in the silent shadows afraid of rejection, afraid of loneliness, afraid of allowing himself to want and love because he felt unworthy of its beautiful embrace. A man who constantly found himself the cornerstone but never the foundation of a woman’s heart.
She left me, when I awoke lying in the tranquility of a new day, rays of sunlight tracing the specter of her angelic body across my sheets, her platinum hair flowing as my sheets billowed down erasing her silently sleeping beneath me. And as I lay back in the sunlight and closed my eyes, for a brief moment, I could feel her magical kiss warm my lips again.
