Autumn Rain
It’s how you look at me; eyes devouring my body, clothing torn away and discarded across the room, my whole universe unfolds before you as I fall down upon the bed and open my legs. A woman can live her whole life without ever knowing what true love really means, waiting for the moment when the man who owns her heart melts her with a single look and makes her complete. Words slip away in the fire of hunger as our locked eyes pledge undying love and as we fight to erase the solitary loneliness and will our bodies together; desperately trying to forge the flesh which was separated by the gods in the birth of our existence. Such pain of being apart from you my love… could you fill this empty well within me any deeper? The sound of rain falling on our roof; sweat pours off our skin and pools between us as we move together in a single rhythm, never once stopping to wonder when it begins, or when it ends – the circle is unbroken as you devour me… and I surrender myself to you.
Rainy afternoons always do it for me. Call it nature’s aphrodisiac!
We’ve been getting pounded all day with the windy rain bands from Hurricane Noel, but it’s been more than fine staying inside all day. It’s not too bad tho – I did manage to get out this morning to do my normal errands, grocery shopping and all that mundane kind of housewifey stuff, and after we had our intense afternoon romp we’ve just been sitting around the house and laying around and watching old movies on television, just like an old married couple is supposed to I suppose!
Jeff got up this morning and for some reason was inspired to start making a huge mess in poking around the garage. Why that man of mine starts these huge projects without thinking them thru first I’ll never understand. It must be wired into his DNA, and of course his excuse was that he was looking for something. Okay, I should say this up front – my husband is a packrat of the worst sort – well, maybe not the worst sort – he doesn’t save old newspapers and magazines, but he’s got things that he’s been lugging around for at least 20 years, and most of it I wound up storing for him when we were apart. Today he went looking for his old computer equipment from back when we had our first apartment. He says he wants to put it up on eBay but I think he was just bored and was looking for something to do on a rainy Saturday.
So, after he fucked me silly… I suggested he might want to paint the kitchen like I’ve been asking him to do for three weeks now, or maybe he could hang the rain chains we ordered last month which have been sitting in the same box they came in since they got here.
But now he says he’s tired… of course he is. Grrr! Men! :getlost:
Well, it’s Saturday, it’s raining, and we have the house to ourselves. I’m sure we’ll think of some way to pass the time! :silly:
Enjoy your weekend!
Nina,
I love your sensual way with words. The feminine spirituality just seems to make your words pulse on their own. Such a beautiful depiction of what the soul feels.
Thank you for this gift from your soul,
Terry