penned by Kendra

Slipping through the creases of time, I move in a silent invisible mist to his side. Sleeping is he, deep in the comfort of rest, he knows not that I am here.

Unable to touch him, I use the memory of a summer breeze to brush away a lock of hair from his face. Angelic and peaceful, he is dreaming.

Crossing the boundaries of my spiritual world I ease into his dream.

"I've missed you" I whisper to him and he turns to me.

Unblinking he looks at me.

"Am I dreaming?" he asks softly, knowing the answer in the same instant the question left his lips.

I nod and softly smile.

“It is the only way” I say without speaking, our minds connected as our hearts once were.

“Why did you leave me?” He reaches out and takes my hands in his.

“My body was broken and I was so tired” I brush a lone tear from his cheek.

“I have missed you” he says, an ache in his heart.

“I was afraid you would forget me” I say.

“Never”

“I’ve been so lonely” he says, pulling me into him.

“I’m never far away” I say, nestling my face into his neck. “My spirit is always with you. It’s made up of our memories, our love for one another.”

I take his hand and place it over my heart.

“Close your eyes, I’ll show you” Our spirits become one, our memories intertwine.

Strong arms wrap about me, the sun kissed darkness of his skin a breathtaking contrast to the fairness of my ivory complexion. Soft, gently hands cup my breasts, hot breath on my neck.

“I remember” he says, breathless.

Hungry lips on my throat, long delicate fingers run through his hair. The smell of him is fresh and clean, mine is sweet and inviting. My mouth at his ear, my breathing is jagged as his hands move down my belly.

Bright lights dance around our spirits as we share our memories.

Passionate heat runs through my belly as his fingers explore me. My hands, of their own will find the stiffness of his manhood. A slow moan escapes him as my fingers surround him.

“Do you remember the night on the beach?” I breathe into his ear.

“Yes” he says, pressing his mouth to mine. The memory fills my mouth with the sweet taste of rum.

Laying in the sand, the waves crash in the distance. Moonlight illuminates our bodies in a pale blue glow. His body lays upon me, my body drawing him in.

He enters me.

“I wanted you so” I whisper.

He fills me completely. I cling to him. He moves slowly, withdrawing his manhood. I protest. He thrusts into me, in an instant pulling me to the edge of zenith. Our bodies dance to the song of passion. He pulls me up to sit upon him. I move rhythmically, allowing him to slip out of me completely and then plunge into my most personal depths.

Bright lights begin to swirl about our spirits, flashing and teasing.

“We were perfect together” he says sadly, his hand still on my heart, our memories being shared as if we were of one mind.

Rolling over to once again lay upon me, his lovemaking settles into a gradually increasing pace. He glides in and out of me, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways, our spirits touching, our hearts reaching out to the other’s, our souls uniting.

His body tenses and he plunges into me one final time, releasing his seed deep within me as I too peak, flooding over him in wave after wave of ecstasy.

“I remember it as if it were yesterday” I sigh.

“Why did you leave me?” He asks again.

I wipe a tear from his cheek.

“We were perfect together” he says quietly.

I smooth his hair.

“I’ve missed you so” he whispers, fresh tears swelling in his eyes.

I lay my hand on his heart, feeling its heavy rhythm.

“I’ve been so lonely” he says, his words broken by soft sobs.

I lower my eyes.

“Why did you leave me?”

Tears glide down my cheeks.

“Why did you leave me?”

I fade away.

Waking with a gasp he sits up in bed. With gentle fists he rubs the tears from his eyes, looks around the room. From his nightstand he grasps a small frame and clutches it to his chest. His eyes closed, fresh tears come. He turns and lays his head upon his tear stained pillow and gazes at the frame. In the photo is me, before my body failed me and I grew too weary to remain its prisoner.

“I loved you so” he whispers to the photo.

Slipping back through the creases of time, I move in a silent invisible mist. Just before fading into the shadows I turn and whisper “I love you still”

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