By ~andarta~

she awaits His approach with bated breath
not knowing when
she just knows He is coming
Clouds drift by allowing glimpses of the moon above
Moon beams fall at her feet
The silence of the night
is interrupted only by the rustling of the leaves above
the scent of the pines fills her senses
Through the still of the night
she hears His footsteps in the distance
the pounding of the steps matches that of her heart
drawing closer, louder, He is within sight
The figure of a Man
The Man in her dreams
The Man who fate has destined she meet in this manner
she is dressed in a white satin dress
flowing, clinging to her lithe body
sheer lace encasing her firm rounded breasts
daisies in in her ebony hair
she awaits Him
The full moon peeks out from the dark clouds
illuminating the scene below
the warm summer breeze brushes her flesh
she awaits Him, enticing Him with her mind
As He at the same moment entices her
Soul mates
Bound spiritually and in the heart
Knowing of each other so well
He rounds the bend and she sees Him
He is naked, a light sheen of sweat covers His body
from the exertion of His run in this forest
she watches His every movement
draws in His essence, her eyes taking in His form
she knows He hasn't seen her
YET
she steps silently into His path
the moon beams fall upon her
He looks up and sees her
The stillness of the woods is broken only
by the gentle swaying of branches overhead
The passion in His eyes fills her heart
the look of surprise only fleeting
A million thoughts rushing through His head
she smiles up at Him
They gaze upon each other
Knowing, seeing, feeling all with their eyes
Not a word is spoken
No need
For it is known
Fate has brought them together
Destiny has ordained this moment
He looks at her and wonders why she isn't afraid
What has brought this mystery woman to Him
Here, now, in the middle of these darkened woods
under the light of a full moon at midnight
The woman in His dreams
The woman that fills His soul
Feelings of passion, lust, desire fill Him
He sees it in her also, with a single glance
Both filled with the intensity of the moment
Moving forward, He takes her in His arms
pressing her tightly against His chest
She draws in His scent, feels His sweat against her cheek
Without a word, he pushes her gently backwards
presses her against the trunk of the tree behind her
she submits to Him willingly
Feeling and knowing His power
His Dominance
The moment has arrived
The moment fate has decreed
The meeting of the souls