Mystic Writer

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Saturday, November 05, 2005

Benefits



The blanket is soft to the touch and has a warmth of it's own. The golden brown has depth and as we lie side by side, it feels as if the comfort of the blanket envelopes us, creates a space where there is only touch and breath.

A shift and kiss, light, tentative, and a fingertip slide and sigh. Gently her touch pulls me closer, closer, and my hands stroke and explore. The kisses lengthen, intensity rising. Gentle unfastenings, slow pull, touching more skin and more.

Fire rises, slowly at first, then more urgent. Rhythmic movements mold us closer and closer, and with a mutual gasp we strain together. Uneven breathing, laced with small noises and moans. Her hands run over me, exciting me. I move my hands, cupping, pulling, stroking and her body responds.

I wrap an arm around her waist, low, hold her and lift up on my toes and hand. I pull her tight and she wraps arms and legs as I roll us over. Her fingernails slide down my chest as she rises up and my whole body pulses as I look above me.

Our eyes meet and we smile, share a joyous laugh. She leans forward, kisses lightly and then arches back. I touch her and touch her, lifting off the blanket to louder and louder gasps, and suddenly she shudders and writhes and again leans to hold me close.

This time she rolls me over, and the motion starts something. I lose control, give my body and emotions sway and this time when she starts to shudder I join her.

We slowly relax, almost asleep, her sandwiched between me and the blanket, and after a long time I roll off, hands still entwined. Slowly we come alive, talk softly till laughter starts, then louder and suddenly her hands are touching and we are locked again. This time it is less intense but wonderfully satisfying, and somehow we peak together.

Early morning, the smell of her still in the treehouse, I watch the electric maple yellow outside my window slowly emerge from the night. I know this won't last and don't mind the thought. I roll over, bury my head in the pillow, let the shadow memories of last night play for a moment then let them go, and with a final fond thought, fall asleep.

25 Comments:

  • At 5:57 PM, Blogger Minerva said…

    Sounds wonderful..

    A true communion?

    Minerva

     
  • At 5:58 PM, Blogger Minerva said…

    Oh, and I've missed you...

    Minerva

     
  • At 5:05 AM, Blogger Nicky said…

    I hope you are talking about TB...

     
  • At 3:52 PM, Blogger utenzi said…

    Michele sent me here to witness an interesting union.

    So is this memory or fiction or some combination of the two? Given that the NaNoWriMo is going on I've been thinking about the process of writing more than usual lately. And your blog name certainly works that idea...

     
  • At 3:25 PM, Blogger OldOldLady Of The Hills said…

    Mmmmm. Lovely! Beautifully written and so visual. Thanks! Here from Michele's though she didn't really send me. I cheated!
    Glad I did!

     
  • At 6:36 PM, Anonymous Jodie said…

    I'm here from Michele. Are all of these stories fiction? Are they connected?

     
  • At 4:11 AM, Blogger mw said…

    Hi Minerva,

    It's good to see you again! I'm still not fully back...

    Nicky, no I'm not, and my feelings about that are complex. I am not unhappy about things - more to come...

     
  • At 4:18 AM, Blogger mw said…

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  • At 4:19 AM, Blogger mw said…

    oldoldlady :)

    I'm glad you dropped by!

     
  • At 4:23 AM, Blogger mw said…

    This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

     
  • At 7:22 AM, Blogger Ally said…

    Lovely, I'm smiling :).

     
  • At 11:56 PM, Anonymous Tatiana said…

    And that peaceful sleep after a gentle touch of heaven... How I miss that...

     
  • At 8:40 AM, Blogger ivoryfrog said…

    Here from Micheles today.

    Wish I could write in such a descriptive way. :-)

     
  • At 8:43 AM, Blogger Jessica said…

    Hi, Michele sent me. I'm with ivoryfrog - I wish I could write so descriptively!

     
  • At 8:57 AM, Anonymous Last Girl On Earth said…

    Wow, that was truly beautiful. I want to read more. I'm going to explore some. Michele sent me this time, but I'll be back!

     
  • At 9:31 AM, Anonymous janey said…

    Lovley writing. Here's from Michele.

     
  • At 9:52 AM, Anonymous Mo said…

    Hey Mystic Writer - great stuff you get here! Michele sent me - have a great weekend!!

     
  • At 11:22 AM, Blogger Vics said…

    hey MW, that was kinda... *blush* we like those kinda memories *grin*

     
  • At 11:31 AM, Anonymous Pearl said…

    Lovely capturing of motion and emotion

     
  • At 3:35 AM, Blogger mar said…

    mw, you honor your name! here via Michele's

     
  • At 4:09 AM, Blogger dena said…

    That was surprising to read. I guess it's a nice memory for you. Reminds me of some of the romance novels I used to read years ago. Certainly a great memory to keep.

    visiting from michele's

     
  • At 4:27 AM, Blogger Yaeli said…

    Wow! What a surprising find! I'll have to stop by again sometime.
    Michele sent me.

     
  • At 5:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Thanks for visiting me today.

    Your writing is so beautiful! I can't wait to read more!

    Amanda
    http://argblog.typepad.com

     
  • At 5:19 AM, Blogger TC said…

    Hello, Michele sent me. Wonderful writing. Memories are well captured.

     
  • At 10:52 PM, Blogger David said…

    tree house?
    powerful stuff

     

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