I found a pebble in my shoe the other night. It reminded me of times spent on the beaches of San Diego, with you by my side. You said, "I'll chase after you, taking you into my arms, and kissing you once again." I melted at your voice and the incantation that conjured up these images in my mind. I did not want to wait for more, but you made me.
I thought, it is but a moment, and you will be mine. Can I not wait that moment? Yet, a moment has become days, weeks, years...and I still hear the echo of my reply..."Until we embrace in the warmth of the ocean, turning in the soft surf...." And you shivered with the invocation of that image. And I could not breath...
You paused for a moment, contemplating the state of your arousal, perhaps. Listening to the sigh of my desires. I hear, "That, right there, is an image to cherish...." How do I respond to that? Let me grasp this moment firm in trembling hands, overcome by the force of my desire for your being, your soul...all emeshed in this one act.
Whispers from out of the darkness, "...like a prayer, our bodies shout praises of thanks, working a rhythm into eachother." I fall to my knees, weak with your convictions and your touch. You stroke my body with throbbing voice and wandering hand, to set me aflame once again.
I am lost to all else but your breath in my ear, your heart pounding against mine, your being crying out to my soul...
Did I tell you I was yours, if in memory alone?