Only You
The ocean's roiling surge of white-foamed sheets smoothed her last footprint
from the sand. In the distance beyond the cliffs, I hear only the raging sounds
of the surf, muffled crashes belying such energy that brutally punishes the
rocks and sand; an errant gull's raucous cry punctuates the night air. All is
silenced in the scorching crackle of lightning overlapped with the thunderous
report generated. A dying sun inflames the waves, before me looms the encroaching
blackness of the night. Such blackness could tear into my soul and expose the
want, the need, the desire… thieves of my haunted heart. The last footprint
is gone now. I watch as she turns toward home, the first hard beads of rain
spilling from the now shadowed sky.
The cabin, perched atop the rock-strewn cliff safe from the ocean, glows from
within and releases into the night the flickering, honeyed tones of heart-pine
walls. And this sight before me-shelter from the storm; and the landscape behind
me-the black swelling of the ocean, confine me inside the longing, the desire,
the want, and the need borne from that singular footstep, disappeared into itself,
while she passed beyond the dunes and into…into the nothingness of the
moonless night.
As I make my way back through the treacherous rocks, where jagged- edged spires
threaten and slice at my feet, I hear her calling from within the wind's embrace.
Calling, whispering my name. Bah! She never even knew my name…that moment's
hesitation when she looked into my eyes, and I let her walk past…through
the darkened hills of sand into the rocks, vanished like a spectral fog burned
by the sun. She never even spoke my name. I have no conception of the sound
of her voice.
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I am thankful for the fire, blazing
when I left to wander the dunes and amble over cooling sands, now a tumble of
seething embers that emit only the occasional flicker of bluish-orange, smokeless
flames. The night air, chilling me to the bone yet repelled by the fire's hotness,
still knocks at the solid oaken door. This night alone, I shall neither fear
the haunting blows upon the door, nor protect my heart where first they struck.
Later, with the fire newly fed and the salty spray washed clean from my body,
I stand before this hearth trying to warm away the wintry grasp that squeezes
me. Still I hear her calling my name, tenderly, and her voice strokes my senses.
'Where did you go…why did you not stay?' I mumble into the open hearth.
As if continuing my thoughts with its own voice, the heavy door creaks, opening
as the gusting winds push inward their icy fingers. Yet, I do not turn to close
out the night, seeking rather to accede to its entrance as it cools the fires
of my mind.
Then, as a warmth settles in behind me, I realize I am no longer alone by the
fire. Like a gentle wave moving to the shore, lips slowly caress the sensitive
point just below and behind my ear. The guttural moan that touch elicits from
me makes us both tremble just as the majestic lightning and thunder dance initiates
our joining. And the shadowed walls reflect two yearning lovers entwined as
one as I turn into your arms. The look in your eyes is almost as electrifying
as the lightning, for in them I see a desire, such a want and need, as I have
never seen from another. "Where did you go…why did you not stay whe-…"
"Shhh…I'm here now, and I've wanted to kiss you from the first moment I
saw you," you whisper with an almost imperceptible movement of your lips toward
mine. "Do you have any kisses, love?" you continue. "Yes, only for you."
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I feel your breath, as soft as a memory, brush across my lips as you sigh. I
capture your soft, swollen lips between mine and feel you fall into my arms
as my tongue probes, seeking the warmth and sweetness of yours. Your lips part,
trembling with anticipation, granting me the touch...the taste I crave as your
hands reach gently upwards to cradle my face. I feel a searing heat pulse agonizingly
slowly through my body as your fingers feather across my skin. My legs become
as molten lava, weakened by your touch, and you slowly pull me down to lie before
the fire. As the flames cast flickering shadows upon the walls, your hands caress
my skin. My body yearns for your touch.
Tumultuous in intensity, the thunder roaring beyond the window echoes the passion
I feel. I hunger to touch you, taste you. As I fall into your embrace, my leg
slips between your thighs and I feel you, sleek and hot, against my skin. I
unwind the sash of your robe parting the soft fabric, searching for the silkiness
of your skin. As I lower my body onto yours, your hips rise pressing closer,
silently urging me on. I kiss the soft skin beneath your chin as my hands seek
out the fullness of your breasts, and I hear a deep primitive moan escape your
lips as my fingers trace across your breast. Slowly, I move lower until my lips
are within inches of tautly drawn nipples. Your fingers intertwine with my hair,
pressing my face closer as my warm lips seek relief from my hunger.
I feel you move against my body as you open yourself, fervently granting me
complete access to your rising desire. Your hands press against my shoulders
as my lips feather soft kisses along your torso. My journey continues, my lips
tasting the sweetness of your body, until finally I feel soft curls upon my
chin. I gaze into your eyes, dark with desire, and move lower still until I
am settled softly into your sweet embrace. Your scent, sweet and spicy, my mouth,
warm and hungry.
My hands gently caress your thighs, I feel you tremble. I kiss the swollen folds
of your desire as my fingers slowly seek you. Your hand reaching out to touch
my cheek, guiding me closer, taking me home. Eyes holding eyes, soul touching
soul, as I lean in tasting your sweetness. Soft and warm, my lips play the melody
of your desire and I feel your trembling body arching to greet my gentle ministrations.
I watch as your eyes flutter closed and you whisper, "Yes my love, yes."
I fall into the warmth of your desire, drinking of the sweet essence that flows
freely from your lonely soul. I slip easily into the silky wetness of your core,
searching, seeking your most precious treasure. I feel you open to me seeking
the touch only I can give you. Higher we climb as I take you gently to the edge
of this cliff we both lie poised upon.
Hot, sweet, liquid fire teases my senses and is like water to this thirsty soul
who has for so long wandered in the vast dryness of the desert. I feel the cadence
of your desire quicken as you rise to meet my eager lips, inviting me to drink
of your wine, begging me to take you over the precipice toward the pulsating
fall into your heavenly release.
Your cries fall softly upon my ears as we continue on this fevered journey,
my caresses bent on only one quest…seeking out the path I know surely will
plunge you over the cliff. My hand caresses a heated path across your body hungrily
seeking, finding, and soothing the raging fire within your breast. Breath ragged,
consumed with an untethered fury, you cry out, "Yes, my love, yes.
The fire within my soul desperately yearns for your touch, but still I seek
only to satiate your desire, knowing that when I hear your cry of passion, my
own thirst will be quenched and I will follow you into the spiraling vortex
of release.
I bring you closer, finding your rhythm, as we dance the dance only lovers sense.
Slowly we edge closer until a myriad of colors sparkle before our eyes, and
I hear you cry out. Your body, once gentle and shy, now fierce and sure caresses
my soul, pulling me into you, through to your very essence as you fall into
the abyss and into my waiting arms.
Your eyes, so dark and warm, meet mine as I float away with you to the place
only we can know and feel. Gently we drift then settle quietly back into the
comfort of each other's arms. I feel you quiver as the last spasms of your desire
recede past the storm into the night. You reach out, and welcome me into your
open arms. I shudder as your warmth surrounds me and lay my head upon your breasts
to hear the cadence of your heart.
The thunder beyond the window, once roaring within our souls, becomes ever quieter
in the distance as we touch and hold and gaze into the fire. I look into your
eyes and see reflected in the dying firelight a peace and warmth, like that
of which I have only dreamed, and gently I kiss your lips. "Only you…only
you." My head upon your heart, my breath soft upon your breast, I fall into
a gentle, peaceful sleep wrapped in your embrace and dream once again of only
you.
Copyright 2001 N.
Hill and KatLyn