Confession
This mystery of my life... the mystery of yours... to each we share it's truths one to the other...
words of confession... words of forgiveness.... words of future sins....
To be poured into you all that I am.... good & bad.... all that I am is here.... for you... to be judged worthy... of your hearts journey.... to paradise we travel.....
Arms outstretched...hungering for you. to be worthy of my angel's love... to be worthy of his fantasy life... to be worthy of you....my darling.
A bridge built.... one plank at a time.... over the abyss.... of spiritual loneliness.
I await your claim upon my heart... held here within my breast.. patience...comes to me... as I build upon the support you've given..
1999............TheFantasy
The Mirror
In the Desert a place no longer empty life teams there within us as we share the sounds of youth
sensual sounds... as breezes in our breath.. our chests rise and fall.. as perfectly fitted puzzles pieces...
as we lay there upon the floor... in a perfect pose.... embraced warmly by you ..... interlocked .... the mystery solved by...
Your the reflection in my mirror. Kissing my form...your arms around me phantom or angel....I do not care just be with me....everywhere... When....I look in the mirror...
The smile of your heart...is with me to see to share...to pour within my soul to reside there forever...
My Champion, I treasure every moment of us. every precious second...of time's passing.... Feel my Love.....me there too... in your mirror...
As I make love to you! copyright 1999 By TheFantasy Theresa Hall
In The Desert
In the desert, a place so empty, that only fantasy reigns. I am dancing naked in the warm sun, my body tans in it's light. I move at the thought of your words as they sing to me of a heart as lonely as mine. The loneliness of a giving Soul...
My heart faces east with the Sun in my eyes I am blinded. As the shadows (of my past) cast beyond myself, a breeze carrys a voice of a forbidden love to me. I collapse to ground weaken by its message. Only to raise up my head and find I am kneeling at your feet unable to retreat and terrified of the unknown. Like a mirage I kneel there frozen, pretending not to be real, just a posed portrait.
As your eyes view this picture; a vision of your lips kissing me fills my spirit. I am locked in a seductive pose as I think of you so very far from here...never to be really us, never!
As the tears roll off my face and slowly flow and roll from my breasts ...drop by drop...water wasted in the desert on a dream that can never be. The loss of myself hastens the end of the dream where you see me as a worthy contender for your heart.
The loneliness grips me...gently comforted by the breeze...I imagine your warm breath on my neck. Your whispers carry me to another place far from here where we can be together separate from those who would condemn me as I thirst for you. Satisfy my thirst my eastern love...forgive me my improper advances...because I have no right to you!
It is true I am as a prisoner in two worlds: one of fantasy and one of reality. If the want of constant pleasure be my quest I would never leave fantasy for you are there the perfect love always giving and precious. I will stay as long as I have the strength, but it is in the world of reality that I have security, love and hope. In that world... I can only carry you in my heart as a beautiful dream.
copyright 1999 By TheFantasy Theresa Hall
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