FINDING YOU FINDING ME
(Adult Only)
I decided to take the weekend to go off alone and think. My head has been spinning with all the idea of what life should be and it has been darkly contrasted to the life I now live. I desperately need to be alone and you alone know where I can be found. Why my life is so different from all I ever dreamed, I do not know. I have to figure out for myself what I will do. Where I will go and how I am going to get there.
The mountains are beautiful. The trees are all starting to turn now. The leaves on the drive up this evening were dazzling to behold. Burnt orange and fiery red each dipped in the yellow of the sun. They looked just as I remembered. The sting behind my eye causes a lone tear to slide down my cheek as I recall the memories I had thought long forgotten. The cabin is the same. I slept the night as peacefully as if I were at home in my own bed. This simple quiet refuge is a welcome escape that refreshes me. Now things seems so much different from when I left home a week ago. I take a deep breath of the crisp damp morning and feel the morning mist on my cheeks. I think this day calls for a quiet peaceful walk along the snakelike path that leads to the stream. I think to myself "does he remember that old path we used to walk every morning and every night when we were here, together?
Along the path I can feel the dawning of the new day. The easy existence of days long past. Each fallen leave recognizes the facts I have so often ignored. The truth that with each new day and each new beginning , there is a closing of the old, but yet it is the same path, the same trees, the same life, the same you and the same me. I smile for the first time in days, because with this I recognize the truth. I feel a gentle breeze softly brush the skin of my cheek and my spirit soars along the edges of the towering cliffs that are just now rising out of the morning fog. Many of nature's critters are still asleep, save those nocturnal creatures that are just now making their way to cozy nests and havens hidden within the deep forest cover.
As I walk, I let the silence comfort me. The morning air renews my desire to be free and fly as my soul demands. Sometimes one can only find freedom in a new beginning. . . As I round the bend on the path the clearing ahead beckons, I enter as the clouds swirl about my ankles and rise like angel wings before my eyes. In the distance I hear the long low desperate howl of one lone wolf. The sound pierces me heart and soul and I feel a single tear slide slowly down my cheek. The desperation in that chilling howl echoes the very desperation in my heart for you. I wonder, do you feel it too?
As that thought plays with my now shaken emotions I turn my ear to a rustling along the trail behind me. As I turn to peer over my shoulder, I stop, dead in my tracks. I watch as the most magnificent buck I have ever seen escorts his doe cautiously, yet proudly into the clearing. Their antlers glisten with the effects of the morning dew. I watch silently fixed to my spot, as they prance playfully to the very center of the open field. The buck slowly circles his mate as she seemingly prances in place and shakes her dainty little head. They stop there and join together, then the embrace breaks and they dance off down the path on the opposite side of the clearing. I am so deeply entranced by the sight before me that I miss the signals of another more dangerous entry by the means of the path beside me.
I never hear his approach, nor do I feel his presence until it is too late to escape. His gentle loving persuasion and whispers so deeply moving, echo tenderly in my ear. The sweet tones of his voice I know all too well. The aching in my heart and soul hold my very being, filling my body with a burning desire that only he can vanquish. His whispered " I love you" springs tears to my eyes and I can do nothing but live for his touch. His hands sliding up the heated flesh of my arm has me shaking with the emotions I have tried so hard to hide these past few months. I sigh with a sense of belonging bleeding through me, and making me whole once again.
I lean back in this embrace and let you lead the way as your turn me in your arms. I look deeply into your eyes and the fire I see there ignites a flame that burns deeply into the core of me. My nipples tingle and my mind races, filled with the thoughts of all this new dawning day will mean to us both. One of your hands softly cups a soft mound of female being. I moan softly against your lips. Your hand at the small of my back pulling me closer and tighter to your body. Slowly we melt together into one heap of tangled arms and legs, on a soft cushion of the grass fresh with morning. Our mouths feed freely. I cannot tell where I end and you begin. I know you feel it too. I can feel it in your touch, demanding, persistent, intense. Our tongues twine and drink of one another, curling like two snakes in a sacred dance of devotion. The kiss never ends as our bodies meld into one all over again. We roll in the grass, mouths sealed, bodies heated and hips gyrating to the beat of our own hearts. Our hungered feeding leaves us hours later naked, breathless, and still joined in a desperate lover's embrace.
Once again we come together in a violent storm of emotions and heated longing that devours us with a life all its own. Your hand slowly carresses my body to life as I pull you to my breast and hold you forever next to my heart. Without you I have no heart to beat and by you I am whole again, renewed to life, complete.
