Gaia_Lorraine
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The end of each month hun... get that ink flowingNightbird said:
We will allow an extension in this case
Writer's Challenge
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We will allow an extension in this case
Gaia_Lorraine
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Nightbird said:
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
Deadline 28th Feb 2006.
From then on the last day of each month is the closing date for each the remaining senses in turn.
The poll will then be open for that month's submissions. In other words, this will last for five months, the last day of May will be the close.
Late entries are more than welcome but they must contribute to all the previous senses, no cop out here we are all in it for the full run
Late entries will, of course, miss the chance of being submitted to the poll.
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You haven't started it already?Sienna said:Can we start the "touch" one now?
You only have until the end of March to finish it.
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In date order the submissions to the HEARING challenge are as follows -:
1 - Gaia_Lorraine
2 - Sienna
3 - Stryderthorongil
4 - MzLady
5 - Wyckdwench
6 - oralyfix8d
1 - Gaia_Lorraine
2 - Sienna
3 - Stryderthorongil
4 - MzLady
5 - Wyckdwench
6 - oralyfix8d
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Sorry I'm late
Sorry I missed the deadline, but I thought I would go ahead and submit something for HEARING anyway.
This house is as quiet as a tomb,
Though it used to be filled,
With such wonderful sounds,
Will they ever be heard again?
The sound of your sweet voice,
Whispering words of love,
Spoken with such sincerity,
But did you really mean them at all?
The sound of your joyous laughter,
That was so contagious,
You seemed so happy,
So where did it all go wrong?
The sound of your restrained moans,
As our passions grew stronger,
Your body proved they were real,
But was your heart not in it at all?
The sound of your contented sighs,
As you drifted off to sleep in my arms,
We fit so well together,
Or was it just that someone was there?
All these sounds haunt me now,
Whether I am awake or asleep,
At the same time such joy and sorrow,
How can I ever drown them out?
Sorry I missed the deadline, but I thought I would go ahead and submit something for HEARING anyway.
This house is as quiet as a tomb,
Though it used to be filled,
With such wonderful sounds,
Will they ever be heard again?
The sound of your sweet voice,
Whispering words of love,
Spoken with such sincerity,
But did you really mean them at all?
The sound of your joyous laughter,
That was so contagious,
You seemed so happy,
So where did it all go wrong?
The sound of your restrained moans,
As our passions grew stronger,
Your body proved they were real,
But was your heart not in it at all?
The sound of your contented sighs,
As you drifted off to sleep in my arms,
We fit so well together,
Or was it just that someone was there?
All these sounds haunt me now,
Whether I am awake or asleep,
At the same time such joy and sorrow,
How can I ever drown them out?
Gaia_Lorraine
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We have five senses -:
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
The next challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the third of these senses...
TOUCH.
Deadline 31st March 2006.
- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
The next challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the third of these senses...
TOUCH.
Deadline 31st March 2006.
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I cannot hide my eyes
words with no voice
read the unspoken
I cannot hide my lies
If only you lived within
the window of my eyes
feel the things I try to hide
you will see
Come closer look within
take me as I am
penetrate my mind
my beauty, my sin
See my inner thought
the dream that lies therein
Within our mirrored mind
no need to say a word
the word is in our eyes
Saying what you need to hear
“Love” is what you heard
Yet you cannot hear my voice
An echo in your mind
Hear the unspoken
You cannot hear my choice
of words I yearn to speak
for you know all of me
Listen and feel
the aura that you seek
Come closer as I whisper
Take my lips and feel
Deep inside my soul
Her beauty, pray kiss her
Hear my inner thought
The word that lies therein
Within our lapping tongues
capture what we sought
As embracing mouths seal
The thought lies deep within
Saying what we want to touch
“Love” is what we feel
You cannot feel my fingers
gently graze your pores
there is no deeper loving
I worship and adore
There is no need for skin
nor need for skin to feel
for we go deeper still
my fingers stroke your soul
Come closer feel our surge
take my lips and taste
our bodies bind as One
in beauty as we merge
Our scent fills the room
Pheromones fill the air
Saying what we want to share
“Love” is our perfume
© Gaia_Lorraine 2006
words with no voice
read the unspoken
I cannot hide my lies
If only you lived within
the window of my eyes
feel the things I try to hide
you will see
Come closer look within
take me as I am
penetrate my mind
my beauty, my sin
See my inner thought
the dream that lies therein
Within our mirrored mind
no need to say a word
the word is in our eyes
Saying what you need to hear
“Love” is what you heard
Yet you cannot hear my voice
An echo in your mind
Hear the unspoken
You cannot hear my choice
of words I yearn to speak
for you know all of me
Listen and feel
the aura that you seek
Come closer as I whisper
Take my lips and feel
Deep inside my soul
Her beauty, pray kiss her
Hear my inner thought
The word that lies therein
Within our lapping tongues
capture what we sought
As embracing mouths seal
The thought lies deep within
Saying what we want to touch
“Love” is what we feel
You cannot feel my fingers
gently graze your pores
there is no deeper loving
I worship and adore
There is no need for skin
nor need for skin to feel
for we go deeper still
my fingers stroke your soul
Come closer feel our surge
take my lips and taste
our bodies bind as One
in beauty as we merge
Our scent fills the room
Pheromones fill the air
Saying what we want to share
“Love” is our perfume
© Gaia_Lorraine 2006
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Touched by a life
In my experience one can be touched by a physical or tactile sensation or touched as in touched by emotions or senses. It’s the ones that reach us the most that create a cognitive event that forever remains planted in our minds.
Take for instance the birth of a child. This is a moment so extreme that it touches everyone in or around the family expecting the child. Even the sight of a pregnant woman gives rise to the inexplicable urge to touch her burgeoning stomach for some. Even more interesting is how the combined emotions of the arrival touch others as well.
Thinking for a moment about my life and how this was true for me I go back to the conception and birth of our first born son. We had tried for over 8 years to conceive. When the first home test was positive we were overjoyed. It gave rise to the idea that surely it was a false positive so I took another. It was positive as well. So in disbelief I called my mother, an RN as well as Mom, and said,
“Mom I don’t understand how this happened?” To which she replied,
“Sweetie if you don’t know by now I am not telling you!” and she laughed and so did I.
Of course I was thinking ‘how did this happen now?’ Rather than how did it happen in the physical sense. But we laughed and still laugh about that phone call now. That was the happy portion of the story. We were touched by the fortune of conceiving and the humor we could find in our disbelief.
It was not until later in my pregnancy were we to discover that the joy that had touched our lives would lead to sadness and tears. We were told at a routine ultrasound that this miracle could be taken from us soon after birth. He was diagnosed with what is called a diaphragmatic hernia. I will spare you the most intimate details and simplify it. Our son was born with no left side to his diaphragm. This leads to a crowding of the lungs. In his case it appeared he had no lungs. In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle.
So touched by the news of this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to console ourselves thinking we had lost everything. Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor was taking course so I elected to wait being touched by his attempt to come on his own terms. We decided then and there that the grieving was over. We would take whatever time we had and cherish it. My only stipulation on the day of delivery was very clear to all, my son need to be touched by his parents his condition permitting. I didn’t care what part or for how long just so we touched him. I told my OB, all the NICU doctors, and anyone else that would listen.
The day of his delivery began early in the morning. It was a natural delivery with little in the way of pain medication because of the time and his condition. As soon as he was born he was whisked to the other side of the room. I will never forget how silent the room was. Not a sound from him just the voices of the nurses and doctors as they took his vitals. They cleaned him up and prepared him to go straight to the NICU. As they passed by the table they paused for a moment and said we could touch his foot. We both reached out and touched his little blue foot and told him that we loved him.
I did not see him again for another day. I spent the night in the hospital he was born in, alone with my father. My mother and my husband went with him to Children’s hospital. I would follow to visit the next morning. He lived on life support or ECMO for 29 days. He developed an infection the last week and had to be removed from life support. He was unable to survive without life support. After 12:30 am on the 30th day he died.
The events of that morning still touch me now. So many people worked so hard to find another answer for us. The doctors, the fellows, the nurses, everyone on that floor it seemed. No one wanted to face what ended up as the final answer. I will always remember my father, this big strong tough guy, looking at me and shaking with tears as he said, “I’m sorry I can’t fix this one for you baby.” When they took him off life support it was the first opportunity we had to actually hold him. I held him for what seemed like forever before passing him to his Dad. He held him with me because he didn’t have the strength to do it on his own. As his heart rate dropped they disconnected the leads for the readings and behind me my husband fell to his knees. He dropped so quickly the doctors thought he had suffered a heart attack. He was so touched by this loss that his legs could no longer support him.
We touched the lives of the staff of the hospital as we chose not to dwell on his probable death but instead cherished the time we had. His treating physician was so touched he made a point to tell us. He had thought for a time that we were simply deluding ourselves about a recovery. At the end he was touched because he realized what choice we had made. We understood but were not dwelling on death but life instead. I was so touched by them that I stitched a portrait of an angel holding an infant and dedicated to our son. It now hangs in the meeting room of the NICU at the Pittsburgh Children’s hospital.
Yes touch is a very important sense in our lives. We will be touched physically and emotionally through out our lives if we live them right.
In my experience one can be touched by a physical or tactile sensation or touched as in touched by emotions or senses. It’s the ones that reach us the most that create a cognitive event that forever remains planted in our minds.
Take for instance the birth of a child. This is a moment so extreme that it touches everyone in or around the family expecting the child. Even the sight of a pregnant woman gives rise to the inexplicable urge to touch her burgeoning stomach for some. Even more interesting is how the combined emotions of the arrival touch others as well.
Thinking for a moment about my life and how this was true for me I go back to the conception and birth of our first born son. We had tried for over 8 years to conceive. When the first home test was positive we were overjoyed. It gave rise to the idea that surely it was a false positive so I took another. It was positive as well. So in disbelief I called my mother, an RN as well as Mom, and said,
“Mom I don’t understand how this happened?” To which she replied,
“Sweetie if you don’t know by now I am not telling you!” and she laughed and so did I.
Of course I was thinking ‘how did this happen now?’ Rather than how did it happen in the physical sense. But we laughed and still laugh about that phone call now. That was the happy portion of the story. We were touched by the fortune of conceiving and the humor we could find in our disbelief.
It was not until later in my pregnancy were we to discover that the joy that had touched our lives would lead to sadness and tears. We were told at a routine ultrasound that this miracle could be taken from us soon after birth. He was diagnosed with what is called a diaphragmatic hernia. I will spare you the most intimate details and simplify it. Our son was born with no left side to his diaphragm. This leads to a crowding of the lungs. In his case it appeared he had no lungs. In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle.
So touched by the news of this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to console ourselves thinking we had lost everything. Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor was taking course so I elected to wait being touched by his attempt to come on his own terms. We decided then and there that the grieving was over. We would take whatever time we had and cherish it. My only stipulation on the day of delivery was very clear to all, my son need to be touched by his parents his condition permitting. I didn’t care what part or for how long just so we touched him. I told my OB, all the NICU doctors, and anyone else that would listen.
The day of his delivery began early in the morning. It was a natural delivery with little in the way of pain medication because of the time and his condition. As soon as he was born he was whisked to the other side of the room. I will never forget how silent the room was. Not a sound from him just the voices of the nurses and doctors as they took his vitals. They cleaned him up and prepared him to go straight to the NICU. As they passed by the table they paused for a moment and said we could touch his foot. We both reached out and touched his little blue foot and told him that we loved him.
I did not see him again for another day. I spent the night in the hospital he was born in, alone with my father. My mother and my husband went with him to Children’s hospital. I would follow to visit the next morning. He lived on life support or ECMO for 29 days. He developed an infection the last week and had to be removed from life support. He was unable to survive without life support. After 12:30 am on the 30th day he died.
The events of that morning still touch me now. So many people worked so hard to find another answer for us. The doctors, the fellows, the nurses, everyone on that floor it seemed. No one wanted to face what ended up as the final answer. I will always remember my father, this big strong tough guy, looking at me and shaking with tears as he said, “I’m sorry I can’t fix this one for you baby.” When they took him off life support it was the first opportunity we had to actually hold him. I held him for what seemed like forever before passing him to his Dad. He held him with me because he didn’t have the strength to do it on his own. As his heart rate dropped they disconnected the leads for the readings and behind me my husband fell to his knees. He dropped so quickly the doctors thought he had suffered a heart attack. He was so touched by this loss that his legs could no longer support him.
We touched the lives of the staff of the hospital as we chose not to dwell on his probable death but instead cherished the time we had. His treating physician was so touched he made a point to tell us. He had thought for a time that we were simply deluding ourselves about a recovery. At the end he was touched because he realized what choice we had made. We understood but were not dwelling on death but life instead. I was so touched by them that I stitched a portrait of an angel holding an infant and dedicated to our son. It now hangs in the meeting room of the NICU at the Pittsburgh Children’s hospital.
Yes touch is a very important sense in our lives. We will be touched physically and emotionally through out our lives if we live them right.
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Gaia_Lorraine said:- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell
Deadline 28th Feb 2006.
From then on the last day of each month is the closing date for each the remaining senses in turn.
The poll will then be open for that month's submissions. In other words, this will last for five months, the last day of May will be the close.
Late entries are more than welcome but they must contribute to all the previous senses, no cop out here we are all in it for the full run
Late entries will, of course, miss the chance of being submitted to the poll.
Okay Lorraine, excuse my legalistic nature but I have questions to clarify your previous statement. When you say late entries miss the chance of being submitted to the poll ~ Do you mean the poll for the sense and the month of that sense? Such as the hearing poll and the month of February? So in the case of oral and nightbird since they both got an extension this time is this an exception to that rule? Does a late entry affect their eligibility for an overall poll so long as they did post a submission for all senses? I wanted to ask in case my nature to procrastinate gets the best of me on the other senses. I thought we might all encounter such a problem if the needs of the RW become intrusive upon our fun. I will graciously await your response. WW
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oralyfix8d said:
All I can say is "Bravo". Wonderfully done sir, beautifully put. I clap for you here in my seat.
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The original plan was one poll per month for each category and possibly a final 'overall' poll. But, I find that I am learning more and more about the idiosyncracies of LIT as I go along. It would appear that only one poll is allowed per thread which, as you can imagine has turned my ideas totally into disarraywyckdwench said:Okay Lorraine, excuse my legalistic nature but I have questions to clarify your previous statement. When you say late entries miss the chance of being submitted to the poll ~ Do you mean the poll for the sense and the month of that sense? Such as the hearing poll and the month of February? So in the case of oral and nightbird since they both got an extension this time is this an exception to that rule? Does a late entry affect their eligibility for an overall poll so long as they did post a submission for all senses? I wanted to ask in case my nature to procrastinate gets the best of me on the other senses. I thought we might all encounter such a problem if the needs of the RW become intrusive upon our fun. I will graciously await your response. WW
At this moment in time any ideas and suggestions are welcome.
Do we abandon the idea of a poll altogether? Do we open up a new thread at the end for a final vote or maybe a new thread each month just for the poll?
Or maybe open up a thread with a poll so we can all vote on how we handle the polls
Ideas everyone please?
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Well I am not sure what to say. It appears we are all voting on each others work. There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of outside voters. The most natural course would be to either do one for each sense and each month. Then maybe an overall vote at the end. It does sound like from what you described that a seperate thread will be needed. Hopefully everyone will add their 2 cents as well.
I enjoyed your poem by the way. WW
I enjoyed your poem by the way. WW
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OK...
Because LIT only allows one poll per thread. The only way to solve this is to open a new thread for each section with it's own poll...
example... Writer's Challenge-Hearing(Poll)...
and so on. I hope this suggestion helps It really is the only way... I think.
Because LIT only allows one poll per thread. The only way to solve this is to open a new thread for each section with it's own poll...
example... Writer's Challenge-Hearing(Poll)...
and so on. I hope this suggestion helps
It really is the only way... I think.
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Sienna said:OK...
Because LIT only allows one poll per thread. The only way to solve this is to open a new thread for each section with it's own poll...
example... Writer's Challenge-Hearing(Poll)...
and so on. I hope this suggestion helps
I think thats what I said also. Not to be picky but the issue of late submissions and eligibility for polls still exists. We still have two writer's with late submissions and both were promised extensions. Oral has submitted his already and Nightbird is working on his. I am interested on a personal note because having three children guarantees that at some point the RW will intrude on my ability to be prompt.
I don't have a problem with everyone getting extensions if time becomes a problem since it is just us. There are ten of us and it seems we all know each other in one way or another. It seems that since this is between friends everyone that submits one within a reasonable length of time after close should be eligible for the polls. And the final poll if we decide to have one so long as they have contributed a post to each sense.
But mine is only the voice of one...What does everyone else think?
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As we have turned into a small-knit community I am happy to go along with the majority.wyckdwench said:
A dilemna still exists in that how long should an extension be? There still has to be some deadline in order for the poll to be created. If for example, someone has asked for an extension but still has not come up with an entry, how long are the rest prepared to wait? A tricky one
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OK... here is my entry for TOUCH...
Well, it's about a "kind of" touch I suppose...
And... you can vote for this on LIT too...
http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=224216
The Touch of Apollo
by Sienna ©
I loved the freedom of being naked when I was alone. In that apartment I could do anything I wanted because it was my world within a world, left to my own devices. I could play endlessly with my own imagination and create anything I wanted.
Looking out across the city from my tower-block home was exhilarating. I was hundreds of metres in the air and it was almost like flying, watching the sun sets in the west at dusk and looking down at the other buildings which only came half-way to the height of the one my apartment was housed. I was lucky to get it, thanks to my ex lover, Cornelius. And, now I had full control of my financial status I was even happier with my life.
I leaned on the long windowsill for at least an hour, watching until the sky grew darker and the city lights came on to their full evening glory. The lives of others, independent of mine, busily went about their business below me. It was quiet. I put my fingertips on the double glazing feeling its coldness and realising how it protected me from the weather outside, although the weather was mild, the end of another sunny day on the edge of the dry arid desert to which our city lay. My mind drifted back to those last few days and the memories of Cornelius, who finally parted my life as well as his own. A tear began to slide slowly down my face as I was thinking of him.
We often stood together, both of us naked, looking out at the city lights. The rat race of struggles of those down there who found life just that little bit harder. Something I knew Cornelius was involved in one way or other. Although he was to me a kind person, he was also desperately cruel to many down there. In a way, he rescued me from that kind of life that made him rich. Love is so strange at times and the human frailties that love as an emotion can bring.
Yes, I was lucky to be where I am, away from those desperate struggles down there. My tear ran into my lips, as I tasted it. Those memories of my past and poor Cornelius were making me feel both happy and sad as I stared out across the city. I stretched my arms out and pushed my breasts against the glass, allowing the left side of my face to feel the coldness. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry. Instead I remained silent, just closing my eyes and feeling as I stretched out my fingers as far as I could, as if embracing that outside world, taking it to my bosom.
I once had friends down there. Friends I left behind just like me. Now I have no friends as such, only acquaintances, which come and go. Business needs to be dealt with, even more important now that Cornelius is gone. I was alone and I felt so safe in my world above the rest of the world below, away from it all. I pulled quickly away from the window and stepped back to look out once more, taking a deep breath at the vista of lights and that awesome city below.
My concentration ended when the door chimes warned me of an unexpected visitor. Who could it be? I wanted to be alone and live my inner most fantasies and memories. I suddenly remembered that I had to play my part so perfectly if things were to remain as I planned. I grabbed my pink silk robe and covered myself as I dashed to the door, stopping to think of who it might be before opening, and I could think of nobody important who would call.
Turning the latch and hiding myself behind the door I slowly opened it. Samson stood waiting as I revealed myself, looking at him with one half of my face exposed. His hard face peered back silently. He was the last person on earth I ever expected to call. Samson was someone nobody wanted to call upon them, whoever they were.
"Where is Con?" his voice was rough and direct. I did not answer right away as my fingers gripped the door wanting to shut him out, wishing that he would go away. I could not think of a fitting reply that would satisfy his enquiries and so I hesitated. "Come on! Let me in will ya?" He began to raise his voice and push his way in. I remained shielded behind the door until he grabbed it, slamming it shut and leaving me exposed and helpless.
"Cornelius isn't available at the moment." I told him. He turned and looked at me. Although this man was hard and so tough, he was also neat and tidy, like all of his kind. It was their style and their outward impression that made them as unique as they were. I admired that. Cornelius was the best one of all.
"So, where is he? I need to talk."
"Er... I'm not sure."
"What do ya mean you're not sure?" He looked at me and I could feel his aggression and haste. He scared me just looking at him, but now he was aiming his belligerence towards me. He wanted an answer and I could not think of one as I stood trembling and hesitating. "Look little lady I'm not in the mood for games. Con should be here, right here were he said I could find him. It's been over a week since I saw him and even spoke to him. Now, where is he?"
"He's out of town." My reply came from almost nowhere and yet so true.
"Out of town? Without letting anyone know? That isn't Con." Samson moved closer as I stood riveted to my spot. He was tall, so tall and I began to quake even more just looking into those cruel dark eyes of his. "You're not telling me the truth are you?"
"Yes I am. It was very urgent business."
"No way. He would have left messages, even made contact."
I had no answer suitable as an excuse. One thing I knew so clearly was that Samson knew my feelings about Cornelius. He was not an easy person to hide your feelings from and I knew he suspected my intentions the last time Cornelius and I met him. He left a gentle hint that he was going to watch me because he felt that he could not trust me.
"What did you do little lady? Throw him from the window?" He asked. His voice turned soft as I watched his cruel and evil grin form on his face. "You know where he is and this somehow doesn't look too good to me. You better start giving me answers and fast."
I tried so hard to look innocent and oblivious to his pressure, but my shaking body gave it away. His hand gripped my lower jaw, keeping the short distance between us. He did not hurt me. It was almost gentle, but the speed in which he did it took me by surprise. I gasped and stared back into his eyes.
"So, are you going to tell me where Con is?" Slowly his grip tightened. "Or do I have to be bad in order to get my answers? And you know how bad I can be." He pulled me closer. His dark threatening eyes piercing into mine and I began to realise at that moment he meant business when his hand touched my breast. "I've always known you were a little scheming bitch despite the warnings I gave him about you." His grip found my nipple beneath the silk material and he began to pull. "Not the innocent half wit dolls he thought you were. So, I think you better tell me what you did?"
All I could do was shake my head in reply. He pushed me against the wall and pinned me, his strong hands on either side of my head as he gazed at me with that evil grin of intention. "You know something?" he began, "I've killed many a beauty like you. Some even better. You never did fool me and you never will. I know what you had in mind and I think you eventually did it."
I was trapped. I thought of slipping quickly away, but where could I run? The only escape was the elevator and that was just another trap waiting for me. I had to think fast and I had never once planned for this event to happen. Of course I expected Samson to realise one day what I had done and given more time to think I would have conceived an answer. But now my worst ever fears were there infront of me.
"You know what?" he softened as he began to talk, "I always liked you. I always thought to myself deep down that I could atleast trust you."
"Trust me? With what?"
"A plan for our future." I listened and wondered about his reply. What future? I had no intentions of spending the rest of my life with a bully like him. Cornelius was the only man I cared for and still did, even though he was not around anymore. Love sure is weird and Samson's hand began to drift infront of my face as he continued to talk. "Together you and I could have shared this time. Think about it?" His finger pointed at my nose and then gently touched. I began to realise what he meant.
"We could have shared all of the spoils he had built up. Taken over his whole empire and power as well as all the money he collected. But no, you had to be greedy like all the scheming bitches in this world and want it all for yourself. Your plan isn't fool proof because you can't hide Con and what you did to him for very long. I think you need me now."
He was right to certain extent. Hiding Cornelius was always going to be difficult, but I could for as long as it would take before I made my final escape. I was not ready yet. I loved the world he had given me too much. The apartment was everything I dreamt about, even as a child. However, Samson would be the last person on earth I needed to trust.
"So you know what I did?" I got brave. I fell for his smooth talk.
"Yes, I have an idea and you little lady are going to tell me." His hand pulled at my robe, tearing it away from my body quickly. That move was so instant and so surprising it scared me half to death as I felt the material tear painfully, pulling me closer to him and then crashing me back into the wall. I was exposed to him and felt more vulnerable to his intentions. I began to shiver with fear, but I was able to control myself, keep atleast sane for the moment. "I need answers!" he shouted, his rough hard voice boomed at me. "You better fucking talk... now!" His demands were direct as I looked back at him.
He closed his eyes as if in deep thought and pointed his finger at me again. "Don't make me angry." He said gently. The pointing finger ran between my breasts on its way downward and I could feel it, softly touching my skin. "I have a lot of patience today. You should think yourself very lucky." All I could do was tremble and listen.
Samson opened his eyes. "Look at that pretty robe. Look what you made me do." He lifted the remains of the robe from my shoulder and slid it down my arm. "You could have had a wardrobe full of the best expensive clothes. You could live like a queen." My eyes focused upon his hand as it slid the material over my wrist and then he took my hand and lifted it. "Those painted and manicured nails... so beautiful and yet so wasted on a corpse." I took a deep breath at the mention of the word "corpse" because that told me what his ultimate intention was going to be. And why not? He knew what I knew and it would be so easy for him to take over. As far as the world was concerned I was already dead and uncannily enough so was he.
"Wait. I want to do a deal with you." He said as he turned and walked away from me. It was only a short recess in what was heading for me. It gave me time to breathe more easily while his back was turned although the ornamental brass figurine of Apollo on the nearby table looked a promising weapon. He turned to me again pointing that finger of his. "You tell me where Con is and I'll let you share everything with me."
"I told you he was out of town." My reply was even braver as I continued the partial lie. I was wrong to give stick with that answer as I soon realised. He came closer again; this time his pointed finger hooked its way into my private. His hand clasped around my mons and I could feel the penetration into me. I closed my eyes and began to pray thinking of the evil disgusting ways Samson can hurt women by tearing them almost apart down there. I was convinced that I was going to be just another painful victim.
"That feels good, you know that?" He almost whispered, his lips closing in on my earlobe and then I felt him nibble, gently. "You are certainly something to desire" I felt helpless and all I wanted was for it to be over as if I had consciously prepared for it. I could not speak a word because of the fear and somehow I was expectantly calm too.
"I can't hurt you." He stood back, removing his hand. "Because I know you too well. You're not like the others. They were strangers and that made it easy." I looked back at him as he licked his finger. "Nice, you taste so nice." He shrugged his shoulders. "I thin you should play your game with me."
In an instant I felt the pain as his hand swiped across my face, momentarily making me loose my vision. The sharp pain took away my breath too and as I tried to regain my senses as I gasped, looking away from him in the direction that my face pointed through the force of his backhand slap. I had been hit before, but not as hard as that. The pain soon changed to a burning sensation around my eye as if a hot piece of metal was searing into my skin.
"Where is Con?" his voiced demanded. My eyes began to fill with tears and I felt obliged to tell him.
"In the desert."
"Is he alive?"
"No, I buried him out there."
I did not look at him once as I began to explain Cornelius' whereabouts. I stared blankly at the far wall and the portrait of The Madonna and Child, which was Cornelius' favourite, although not the original. Samson stood arms folded listening. "I killed him and dumped his body in a hole made by someone. I watched them cover it quickly and then shot them while their backs were turned. I poured petrol over them and burned them."
"You did that?"
"Yes. Why not?" I asked.
"Fuck. You are one crazy bitch. I think I like your style."
It did not matter to me whether he did or not. I did it and that was it. Poor Cornelius lay peacefully in his grave and I was happy and I now hoped he was too. For the world in life, which he gave me, was now paid in full with the world to which I sent him. I turned to Samson who just stared at me. He smiled, which I had never seen him do before. He had replaced that evil cruel grin with something gentler.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "It's what you wanted to know."
"You saved me a job I was planning. Thing is, what do I do with you?"
I rested almost relaxed into the wall as if I felt the worst was over. I hated and feared this man before me. There was no escape. He shared my secret; my plan and he could take it all if he wanted to. He could kill me. But, I remained calm as if comforted by my prayers. "Its hard to find a woman like you in this world of ours" He began to explain, his arms still folded. "In a way you and I sort of click in our heads. We think alike. I knew you were planning something, I just knew it." I just listened to his voice as he came closer. "We could run Con's outfit together you and I. You could be my queen."
It was as if he too had a plan carefully thought up to coincide with what I did. But, I knew my plan was uniquely mine. There was no place in my world for the likes of Samson or any of his kind like the others Cornelius trusted so much. I slowly slid along the all towards the table and his eyes fixed upon mine followed me. "I bet you would love so much to be my queen." His hands began to reach out at me, this time offering tranquillity rather than aggression. "Think of what we could do? The places we could visit and the things we could own?"
Momentarily he closed his eyes to think with that smile on his face. I reached for the figurine of Apollo gripping the head in my hand. Then I swung it around quickly striking the base against Samson's skull. He fell forwards; staggering, and I lifted it again and again, bringing it down onto his head repeatedly several times.
Samson lay silent in a pool of his own blood. I stood naked with the torn silk robe barely covering me, looking down at him, dead. Another murder that I had committed and did not entirely regret. The blood stained figurine slipped through my fingers onto the carpet and I turned to the window. The night was certainly darker now and the city lights more profound as I gazed downwards. At least I still had my world; my lonely apartment and nothing else really mattered. And, nobody was going to take it away from me, ever.
Well, it's about a "kind of" touch I suppose
...And... you can vote for this on LIT too...
http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=224216
The Touch of Apollo
by Sienna ©
I loved the freedom of being naked when I was alone. In that apartment I could do anything I wanted because it was my world within a world, left to my own devices. I could play endlessly with my own imagination and create anything I wanted.
Looking out across the city from my tower-block home was exhilarating. I was hundreds of metres in the air and it was almost like flying, watching the sun sets in the west at dusk and looking down at the other buildings which only came half-way to the height of the one my apartment was housed. I was lucky to get it, thanks to my ex lover, Cornelius. And, now I had full control of my financial status I was even happier with my life.
I leaned on the long windowsill for at least an hour, watching until the sky grew darker and the city lights came on to their full evening glory. The lives of others, independent of mine, busily went about their business below me. It was quiet. I put my fingertips on the double glazing feeling its coldness and realising how it protected me from the weather outside, although the weather was mild, the end of another sunny day on the edge of the dry arid desert to which our city lay. My mind drifted back to those last few days and the memories of Cornelius, who finally parted my life as well as his own. A tear began to slide slowly down my face as I was thinking of him.
We often stood together, both of us naked, looking out at the city lights. The rat race of struggles of those down there who found life just that little bit harder. Something I knew Cornelius was involved in one way or other. Although he was to me a kind person, he was also desperately cruel to many down there. In a way, he rescued me from that kind of life that made him rich. Love is so strange at times and the human frailties that love as an emotion can bring.
Yes, I was lucky to be where I am, away from those desperate struggles down there. My tear ran into my lips, as I tasted it. Those memories of my past and poor Cornelius were making me feel both happy and sad as I stared out across the city. I stretched my arms out and pushed my breasts against the glass, allowing the left side of my face to feel the coldness. I was not sure whether to laugh or cry. Instead I remained silent, just closing my eyes and feeling as I stretched out my fingers as far as I could, as if embracing that outside world, taking it to my bosom.
I once had friends down there. Friends I left behind just like me. Now I have no friends as such, only acquaintances, which come and go. Business needs to be dealt with, even more important now that Cornelius is gone. I was alone and I felt so safe in my world above the rest of the world below, away from it all. I pulled quickly away from the window and stepped back to look out once more, taking a deep breath at the vista of lights and that awesome city below.
My concentration ended when the door chimes warned me of an unexpected visitor. Who could it be? I wanted to be alone and live my inner most fantasies and memories. I suddenly remembered that I had to play my part so perfectly if things were to remain as I planned. I grabbed my pink silk robe and covered myself as I dashed to the door, stopping to think of who it might be before opening, and I could think of nobody important who would call.
Turning the latch and hiding myself behind the door I slowly opened it. Samson stood waiting as I revealed myself, looking at him with one half of my face exposed. His hard face peered back silently. He was the last person on earth I ever expected to call. Samson was someone nobody wanted to call upon them, whoever they were.
"Where is Con?" his voice was rough and direct. I did not answer right away as my fingers gripped the door wanting to shut him out, wishing that he would go away. I could not think of a fitting reply that would satisfy his enquiries and so I hesitated. "Come on! Let me in will ya?" He began to raise his voice and push his way in. I remained shielded behind the door until he grabbed it, slamming it shut and leaving me exposed and helpless.
"Cornelius isn't available at the moment." I told him. He turned and looked at me. Although this man was hard and so tough, he was also neat and tidy, like all of his kind. It was their style and their outward impression that made them as unique as they were. I admired that. Cornelius was the best one of all.
"So, where is he? I need to talk."
"Er... I'm not sure."
"What do ya mean you're not sure?" He looked at me and I could feel his aggression and haste. He scared me just looking at him, but now he was aiming his belligerence towards me. He wanted an answer and I could not think of one as I stood trembling and hesitating. "Look little lady I'm not in the mood for games. Con should be here, right here were he said I could find him. It's been over a week since I saw him and even spoke to him. Now, where is he?"
"He's out of town." My reply came from almost nowhere and yet so true.
"Out of town? Without letting anyone know? That isn't Con." Samson moved closer as I stood riveted to my spot. He was tall, so tall and I began to quake even more just looking into those cruel dark eyes of his. "You're not telling me the truth are you?"
"Yes I am. It was very urgent business."
"No way. He would have left messages, even made contact."
I had no answer suitable as an excuse. One thing I knew so clearly was that Samson knew my feelings about Cornelius. He was not an easy person to hide your feelings from and I knew he suspected my intentions the last time Cornelius and I met him. He left a gentle hint that he was going to watch me because he felt that he could not trust me.
"What did you do little lady? Throw him from the window?" He asked. His voice turned soft as I watched his cruel and evil grin form on his face. "You know where he is and this somehow doesn't look too good to me. You better start giving me answers and fast."
I tried so hard to look innocent and oblivious to his pressure, but my shaking body gave it away. His hand gripped my lower jaw, keeping the short distance between us. He did not hurt me. It was almost gentle, but the speed in which he did it took me by surprise. I gasped and stared back into his eyes.
"So, are you going to tell me where Con is?" Slowly his grip tightened. "Or do I have to be bad in order to get my answers? And you know how bad I can be." He pulled me closer. His dark threatening eyes piercing into mine and I began to realise at that moment he meant business when his hand touched my breast. "I've always known you were a little scheming bitch despite the warnings I gave him about you." His grip found my nipple beneath the silk material and he began to pull. "Not the innocent half wit dolls he thought you were. So, I think you better tell me what you did?"
All I could do was shake my head in reply. He pushed me against the wall and pinned me, his strong hands on either side of my head as he gazed at me with that evil grin of intention. "You know something?" he began, "I've killed many a beauty like you. Some even better. You never did fool me and you never will. I know what you had in mind and I think you eventually did it."
I was trapped. I thought of slipping quickly away, but where could I run? The only escape was the elevator and that was just another trap waiting for me. I had to think fast and I had never once planned for this event to happen. Of course I expected Samson to realise one day what I had done and given more time to think I would have conceived an answer. But now my worst ever fears were there infront of me.
"You know what?" he softened as he began to talk, "I always liked you. I always thought to myself deep down that I could atleast trust you."
"Trust me? With what?"
"A plan for our future." I listened and wondered about his reply. What future? I had no intentions of spending the rest of my life with a bully like him. Cornelius was the only man I cared for and still did, even though he was not around anymore. Love sure is weird and Samson's hand began to drift infront of my face as he continued to talk. "Together you and I could have shared this time. Think about it?" His finger pointed at my nose and then gently touched. I began to realise what he meant.
"We could have shared all of the spoils he had built up. Taken over his whole empire and power as well as all the money he collected. But no, you had to be greedy like all the scheming bitches in this world and want it all for yourself. Your plan isn't fool proof because you can't hide Con and what you did to him for very long. I think you need me now."
He was right to certain extent. Hiding Cornelius was always going to be difficult, but I could for as long as it would take before I made my final escape. I was not ready yet. I loved the world he had given me too much. The apartment was everything I dreamt about, even as a child. However, Samson would be the last person on earth I needed to trust.
"So you know what I did?" I got brave. I fell for his smooth talk.
"Yes, I have an idea and you little lady are going to tell me." His hand pulled at my robe, tearing it away from my body quickly. That move was so instant and so surprising it scared me half to death as I felt the material tear painfully, pulling me closer to him and then crashing me back into the wall. I was exposed to him and felt more vulnerable to his intentions. I began to shiver with fear, but I was able to control myself, keep atleast sane for the moment. "I need answers!" he shouted, his rough hard voice boomed at me. "You better fucking talk... now!" His demands were direct as I looked back at him.
He closed his eyes as if in deep thought and pointed his finger at me again. "Don't make me angry." He said gently. The pointing finger ran between my breasts on its way downward and I could feel it, softly touching my skin. "I have a lot of patience today. You should think yourself very lucky." All I could do was tremble and listen.
Samson opened his eyes. "Look at that pretty robe. Look what you made me do." He lifted the remains of the robe from my shoulder and slid it down my arm. "You could have had a wardrobe full of the best expensive clothes. You could live like a queen." My eyes focused upon his hand as it slid the material over my wrist and then he took my hand and lifted it. "Those painted and manicured nails... so beautiful and yet so wasted on a corpse." I took a deep breath at the mention of the word "corpse" because that told me what his ultimate intention was going to be. And why not? He knew what I knew and it would be so easy for him to take over. As far as the world was concerned I was already dead and uncannily enough so was he.
"Wait. I want to do a deal with you." He said as he turned and walked away from me. It was only a short recess in what was heading for me. It gave me time to breathe more easily while his back was turned although the ornamental brass figurine of Apollo on the nearby table looked a promising weapon. He turned to me again pointing that finger of his. "You tell me where Con is and I'll let you share everything with me."
"I told you he was out of town." My reply was even braver as I continued the partial lie. I was wrong to give stick with that answer as I soon realised. He came closer again; this time his pointed finger hooked its way into my private. His hand clasped around my mons and I could feel the penetration into me. I closed my eyes and began to pray thinking of the evil disgusting ways Samson can hurt women by tearing them almost apart down there. I was convinced that I was going to be just another painful victim.
"That feels good, you know that?" He almost whispered, his lips closing in on my earlobe and then I felt him nibble, gently. "You are certainly something to desire" I felt helpless and all I wanted was for it to be over as if I had consciously prepared for it. I could not speak a word because of the fear and somehow I was expectantly calm too.
"I can't hurt you." He stood back, removing his hand. "Because I know you too well. You're not like the others. They were strangers and that made it easy." I looked back at him as he licked his finger. "Nice, you taste so nice." He shrugged his shoulders. "I thin you should play your game with me."
In an instant I felt the pain as his hand swiped across my face, momentarily making me loose my vision. The sharp pain took away my breath too and as I tried to regain my senses as I gasped, looking away from him in the direction that my face pointed through the force of his backhand slap. I had been hit before, but not as hard as that. The pain soon changed to a burning sensation around my eye as if a hot piece of metal was searing into my skin.
"Where is Con?" his voiced demanded. My eyes began to fill with tears and I felt obliged to tell him.
"In the desert."
"Is he alive?"
"No, I buried him out there."
I did not look at him once as I began to explain Cornelius' whereabouts. I stared blankly at the far wall and the portrait of The Madonna and Child, which was Cornelius' favourite, although not the original. Samson stood arms folded listening. "I killed him and dumped his body in a hole made by someone. I watched them cover it quickly and then shot them while their backs were turned. I poured petrol over them and burned them."
"You did that?"
"Yes. Why not?" I asked.
"Fuck. You are one crazy bitch. I think I like your style."
It did not matter to me whether he did or not. I did it and that was it. Poor Cornelius lay peacefully in his grave and I was happy and I now hoped he was too. For the world in life, which he gave me, was now paid in full with the world to which I sent him. I turned to Samson who just stared at me. He smiled, which I had never seen him do before. He had replaced that evil cruel grin with something gentler.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "It's what you wanted to know."
"You saved me a job I was planning. Thing is, what do I do with you?"
I rested almost relaxed into the wall as if I felt the worst was over. I hated and feared this man before me. There was no escape. He shared my secret; my plan and he could take it all if he wanted to. He could kill me. But, I remained calm as if comforted by my prayers. "Its hard to find a woman like you in this world of ours" He began to explain, his arms still folded. "In a way you and I sort of click in our heads. We think alike. I knew you were planning something, I just knew it." I just listened to his voice as he came closer. "We could run Con's outfit together you and I. You could be my queen."
It was as if he too had a plan carefully thought up to coincide with what I did. But, I knew my plan was uniquely mine. There was no place in my world for the likes of Samson or any of his kind like the others Cornelius trusted so much. I slowly slid along the all towards the table and his eyes fixed upon mine followed me. "I bet you would love so much to be my queen." His hands began to reach out at me, this time offering tranquillity rather than aggression. "Think of what we could do? The places we could visit and the things we could own?"
Momentarily he closed his eyes to think with that smile on his face. I reached for the figurine of Apollo gripping the head in my hand. Then I swung it around quickly striking the base against Samson's skull. He fell forwards; staggering, and I lifted it again and again, bringing it down onto his head repeatedly several times.
Samson lay silent in a pool of his own blood. I stood naked with the torn silk robe barely covering me, looking down at him, dead. Another murder that I had committed and did not entirely regret. The blood stained figurine slipped through my fingers onto the carpet and I turned to the window. The night was certainly darker now and the city lights more profound as I gazed downwards. At least I still had my world; my lonely apartment and nothing else really mattered. And, nobody was going to take it away from me, ever.
Gaia_Lorraine
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OK, thanks for informing us Nightbird.Nightbird said:
I will create the poll on monday after this hectic weekend is over.
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Ok, this is sort of touch, and I am cheating a bit, wrote this long ago. Some will recognize it, but time is an issue and I wanted to have something.
Ostrich Feathers
© by Stryderthorongil
Entering timidly a room unknown
A place invited having been shown
Warily feeling others presence
Concentrating, using all of my senses
Willing my soul to seek others Eyes
To find my way through the invisible guise
But eyes bring no peace in this dream-like dwelling
Nerves on edge, will, quietly quelling
Moving slowly into the dream,
Wondering if what I feel, is what it seems
Hearing and feeling on high alert
The only senses that here seem to work
Listening closely, sweet sounds to my ear
Knowing the two who are sitting quite near
Smiling, slowly beginning to settle down
Eyes still searching, beginning to frown
The sense so dependable, never failing in the past
Is failing me now, tremendously fast.
Focusing on my remaining senses,
Trying to read any pretenses
Caring, quiet, sensuously sweet
The voices I hear are such a nice treat.
Then suddenly feeling the touch of a feather
Touching as one, yet two hands move together.
From the stiff quill to the flexible shaft
Feelings tell me they both know their craft.
Caressing my face, across my lips
The feathers continue their teasing trips
My shirt removed, they move down my chest
Breathing in deeply, I think to protest
Then questions begin to race in my mind
I try to wake up, don't like being blind
The feathers slide down stomach, legs, and feet
Beginning to pull back, afraid of deceit
I feel myself building a wall to protect
The feathers pull away as they feel the neglect
Not wanting to leave, but afraid to stay
Heart beating fast, soul beginning to fray
Do I trust? Do I run and flee?
How can a dream such as this ever be?
Suddenly awake, I stare in the dark
A dream etched in my mind, the feeling quite stark
How do I know if the feelings are true?
Eyes piecing the darkness, the question is to you.
Ostrich Feathers
© by Stryderthorongil
Entering timidly a room unknown
A place invited having been shown
Warily feeling others presence
Concentrating, using all of my senses
Willing my soul to seek others Eyes
To find my way through the invisible guise
But eyes bring no peace in this dream-like dwelling
Nerves on edge, will, quietly quelling
Moving slowly into the dream,
Wondering if what I feel, is what it seems
Hearing and feeling on high alert
The only senses that here seem to work
Listening closely, sweet sounds to my ear
Knowing the two who are sitting quite near
Smiling, slowly beginning to settle down
Eyes still searching, beginning to frown
The sense so dependable, never failing in the past
Is failing me now, tremendously fast.
Focusing on my remaining senses,
Trying to read any pretenses
Caring, quiet, sensuously sweet
The voices I hear are such a nice treat.
Then suddenly feeling the touch of a feather
Touching as one, yet two hands move together.
From the stiff quill to the flexible shaft
Feelings tell me they both know their craft.
Caressing my face, across my lips
The feathers continue their teasing trips
My shirt removed, they move down my chest
Breathing in deeply, I think to protest
Then questions begin to race in my mind
I try to wake up, don't like being blind
The feathers slide down stomach, legs, and feet
Beginning to pull back, afraid of deceit
I feel myself building a wall to protect
The feathers pull away as they feel the neglect
Not wanting to leave, but afraid to stay
Heart beating fast, soul beginning to fray
Do I trust? Do I run and flee?
How can a dream such as this ever be?
Suddenly awake, I stare in the dark
A dream etched in my mind, the feeling quite stark
How do I know if the feelings are true?
Eyes piecing the darkness, the question is to you.
Gaia_Lorraine
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Bless You StryderStryderthorongil said:
Happy Days, Happy Memories
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Writers Challenge - "Touch"
It’s Your Touch I Miss…
Being close to you again only reminds me what I’ve missed all this time. Closing my eyes to hold back tears as the warmth washes over me. Remembering your strong hands caressing my back as you would hold me tightly against you, allowing all the days stress to drain away. It’s your touch darling that I’ve missed most of all.
Your soft supple lips the way they would claim mine, gentle yet unyielding until my body surrendered in your arms. The fiery touch of your fingers could work such magic against my skin. I dare not give in, knowing the frustration of wanting you and yet, not being able to have you.
Let there be no anger between us. Choices were beyond our control. It’s not for us to question why. Let’s remember the best we had, for few experience a love so dear. In spite of the pain, you have helped me find an inner strength I didn’t know I had.
Still one last wish…if only I could have one last kiss. But my lips only feel the cold stone as I lean close to say goodbye. Rest peacefully my love. Know you will never be forgotten. A love forever and always can never die.
MzLady (c) March 2006
It’s Your Touch I Miss…
Being close to you again only reminds me what I’ve missed all this time. Closing my eyes to hold back tears as the warmth washes over me. Remembering your strong hands caressing my back as you would hold me tightly against you, allowing all the days stress to drain away. It’s your touch darling that I’ve missed most of all.
Your soft supple lips the way they would claim mine, gentle yet unyielding until my body surrendered in your arms. The fiery touch of your fingers could work such magic against my skin. I dare not give in, knowing the frustration of wanting you and yet, not being able to have you.
Let there be no anger between us. Choices were beyond our control. It’s not for us to question why. Let’s remember the best we had, for few experience a love so dear. In spite of the pain, you have helped me find an inner strength I didn’t know I had.
Still one last wish…if only I could have one last kiss. But my lips only feel the cold stone as I lean close to say goodbye. Rest peacefully my love. Know you will never be forgotten. A love forever and always can never die.
MzLady (c) March 2006
