I crave your touch
tremble with desire and
yearn for the fire of your kiss
I’m addicted and I can’t get enough
Desperate for the way you watch me say your name
You’ve invaded every part of me
Consumed my thoughts
Conquered me, and made me yours
Sunlight reflects off the water like glittering magical portals beckoning me towards their unknown depths. They glimmer back and forth calling to me, mesmerizing me with their subtle ebb and flow. Always moving back and forth but still calm and peaceful at the same time. The water soothes my soul, reminding me that we are one.
I am a tiny ripple of the lake, sparkling for a moment in time, feeling separate and alone — but I never really am. The sun shines down on me wrapping me in the warmth of her eternal love as the trees sway in the breeze. And I realize that I’m the sun, beaming with joy and all the love I have to give the world. I am the trees and the bluffs standing tall and strong in the distance. I am the fish jumping out of the water and the birds flying through the air. Everything is everything.
Sometimes we get so wrapped up in our personal problems that we lose sight of this. This moment in time where we need to just be. Be silent. Be still. Embrace being alive and find the simple joys in life. Remember that the universe is inside you and all around you. That you are the Universe. You aren’t just a drop in the Ocean, you are the whole Ocean. You’re never alone or lost in the dark, because the Sun is a part of you. You just need to look within and listen to the voice that doesn’t use words. The answers are always there if you pause and wait for them.
In that stillness I asked for direction, guidance, a sign. I placed my hand over my heart and breathed in slowly, and as I exhaled I heard something deep inside me say, “yes.”
She was lost inside the prison on her own making — trying to find a way out. She had been lying to herself for years, hiding her sadness behind a beaming smile. She attempted to place the blame on anything besides the one thing she had failed at. She couldn’t bring herself to admit the massive mistake she had made. Deep down inside she knew, and it leaked out in her writing. She tried to convince herself that she was happy despite her tears – assuming everyone felt lonely, even when they weren’t alone.
She was given a false sense of freedom, like an inmate that’s allowed to roam in the yard. She used that as an escape from reality and it dulled the harshness of the cell she occupied. However, those moments were never enough to stave off the emptiness inside her heart. The nights continued to grow colder and darker with each passing sunset.
Until one random night, she happened upon a fallen star. A star that lit a fire deep within her. This star reflected the same embers that she recognized in herself. It reminded her of who she really was and who she wanted to be. She knew she needed to find a way to put that star back in the sky so that they could both shine together.
As she set about filling the star with light something strange and wonderful happened — it filled her in return. They mended each other with the power of love. The same intense magic that would give her the courage to break free and find her way back to herself. She set about digging a hole, knowing that whatever was on the other side would be better than the cage she found herself in. She was ready to shake off all the rules of society and live the life she yearned for – fully.
As I stood at the podium reading a passage from my first published novel, beads of sweat trickled down my chest. My hands were shaking, and I hoped no one noticed. The glass door at the front of the store opened and the wind blew my dirty blonde locks around my face. I laughed a little because I could picture myself walking in late to a book reading. Then, I froze. I felt his presence before I even looked up.
Lifting my head, I spotted him across the room. His ebony eyes bore intensely into mine as if they could see right into my soul. My voice started to tremble, and I thought I was going to faint. Pulling my gaze away from him and back down to the page, I took a deep breath to steady myself.
Not wanting to disappoint my fans, I continued to read. What was he doing here? I thought. The audacity it took for him to show his face after completely disappearing from my life was unbelievable. I reminded myself to hold on to my anger.
His eyes were watching my every move. Secretly, I loved every minute of it—because simmering beneath my anger was raw, unbridled lust. No longer invested in the words coming out of my mouth, I wondered if he was picturing his lips on mine while he stared. I dared to peek over at him again. A mischievous smile spread across his handsome face. It was as if he could hear every thought in my mind.
A part of me was tempted to walk across the room and slap him across the face. The other part wanted to shove him against the wall and rip his clothes off. I wondered how he always managed to create such chaos inside me. I had not seen him in the flesh in well over a decade, and yet the moment our eyes met I became some reckless, uninhibited creature — ready to take my clothes off in an instant. I would have been willing to stand naked in front of the entire crowd just to see the hunger in his dark, glittering eyes. Running my tongue along my bottom lip, I teasingly bit the corner before peering back into his orbs for a moment, unable to resist the fire burning there.
Finishing up my reading, I thanked the audience and walked over to the book signing table. I had no idea how I was going to get through all the questions and small talk that were about to commence. All I could think about were his hands on my skin and the feeling of him inside me.
Somehow, I made it through the hour, barely registering a word that was spoken. We exchanged stolen glances as I tried not to think about the wetness between my thighs. With him watching me, I could hardly breathe. Finally, the last person in line retreated toward the door and Robert meandered toward me as I started to stand. I wasn’t about to engage in confrontation from a submissive position. As turned on as I was, I was also angry and confused. His smile was devilish while his eyes devoured every inch of me.
“Hey Rissa,” he said, using his nickname for me as if we had spoken only yesterday. His smooth voice melted me down to my core. My heart was racing and all the things I thought I needed to say, quickly flitted away.
“It’s been a while,” I said nonchalantly. As if thoughts of him didn’t permeate my mind and invade my dreams more often than I cared to admit. As if I didn’t yearn for him to take me into his arms and throw me onto the table. On the outside, I was cool and calm. At least, I hoped I appeared that way. I was quite certain he could see through my façade. He looked damn good, and he knew it.
He casually ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. “I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here.” He spoke quickly as if he was nervous. I straightened up a bit, enjoying the idea of him being nervous.
“How did you even know I was here?”
“A seemingly coincidental string of events,” he stated, bemused. I cocked my head to the side. He knew I didn’t believe in coincidences. “I was walking out of a coffee shop this morning and someone bumped into me, knocking my cup out of my hand. As I bent to pick it up, I found your big, brown eyes staring back at me from a flyer on the ground. If I was the type of guy that believed in signs, I guess you could say the universe pointed me in your direction,” he said with a wink.
I moved closer to him, unable to help myself. I wanted to touch him–needed to feel his beard on my neck as he left a trail of kisses down to my chest. I was drawn to him like a magnet. This thing between us was primal, instinctive, and unavoidable. He looked at me like I was the first drop of rain after a severe drought. I wasn’t going to fight it. He could have me however he wanted me, even if only for the night.
“Do you want to get a drink and catch up?” He asked, but his eyes held a different question.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. I knew I shouldn’t, but neither of us had time for games. We both knew what would happen the minute he walked through the door. We could try to lie to ourselves, but it wouldn’t matter. It was the reason we kept our distance all these years. We were equally drawn to the flame; aware we would only get burned.
Stepping outside, we walked to a little wine bar down the street, making small talk along the way. We kept it light and casual, trying to act like two old friends running into each other, nothing more. The sexual tension between us would have been obvious to anyone with eyes.
He held the door for me, his eyes scoping out my firm ass through the tightness of my black skirt as I walked by. I slid into one side of the booth as he sat across from me. He had aged very gracefully, with just a hint of grey at his temples and a tinge throughout his beard. The tight blue T-shirt clung to the muscles on his chest and accentuated his biceps.
The waitress stopped by and before I could open my mouth, he ordered two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. He remembered my favorite wine. My heart did a little dance inside my chest and I quickly excused myself, anxious to get inside the restroom to freshen up. Upon entering I spotted my reflection and was surprised by how attractive I looked. A bit wild, but alive in a way I hadn’t appeared in a long time.
My dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled in unison with my pearly white smile and fortunately, my eye makeup was still intact. The liner was a bit smudged on the bottom adding to my feline-like sexual prowess. The heat from within defined my rose-tinged cheekbones and I accentuated my full lips with some pink-tinted gloss before spritzing a tiny bit of apple-scented perfume on my wrists and in between my breasts. I ran a brush through the length of my hair, smoothing out the tangles, and popped open the top two buttons on my fitted, fuchsia shirt, revealing a generous amount of cleavage for his viewing pleasure.
Back at the table, we kept to safe topics until I brought the first sip of tart liquid to my lips. I set my glass down and uttered the words I had promised myself I wouldn’t. “I’ve missed you.”
It burst out of my mouth without permission. I was as stunned as he was. He sat there for a second, blinking.
“I missed you too. I think about you all the time,” He whispered.
Now why did he have to go and say that? Tears threatened to leak out from the corners of my eyes. Should I put it all on the table now? Be completely open, honest and vulnerable? Did I even want to go down that road? Probably not. Better to simply enjoy the moment and leave the past where it belonged.
I smiled seductively and whispered, “You’re always on my mind too, especially in the shower.”
It started off sweet, just a simple message on the screen – followed by bit of banter back and forth, which quickly turned into more. They reached out and touched each other’s souls through their words, and just like that the entire universe flipped upside down and they knew they would do whatever they had to, to be together.
Suddenly, there was no such thing as impossible. He was willing to cross the ocean for her, and she would move mountains for him. The connection was intense and magical, like lightning in a bottle. It made them believe in things like fate and destiny again. Looking into each other’s eyes was like watching a meteor shower light up the sky, knowing that they their glow would always keep the darkness at bay.
They stole every moment they possibly could just to talk for a few minutes more. The rest of the world could wait or fall apart – none of it mattered. They would burn it all down just for a chance to see the possibilities. It felt like they were jumping out of a helicopter together and building a parachute on the way down. They knew they might crash but they also knew they had no choice.
If they didn’t give it a shot it would be the biggest regret of their entire lives. They had to see, they had to know, they could never let each other go. Deep down in their hearts they knew it would all be worth it. They brought each other back to life, and they knew that this love was an unstoppable force of nature.
She sat in the same booth every day, staring at her computer screen. It was my favorite, but I never tried to take it if I arrived first. I let her sit closest to the fire because I didn’t want her to get cold. I watched her type away at the keys and wondered what was going through her mind. I didn’t know what she was working on, but she always seemed so focused, so intent. In my mind, she had to be a writer. The way she laughed to herself and sometimes even cried.
I wanted to read her words and know her every thought. She was so graceful in her chaos – disorganized but serene. Sometimes her hair was up in a messy bun, and others it hung loosely past her shoulders, like cascading waves of sunshine. She didn’t look up often, but when her sparkling eyes met mine it felt like she could see right through my soul. Her smile made me smile back, no matter what kind of day I was having, but her laugh could turn my whole day around.
She didn’t know my name as we had never spoken. To her, I was a stranger, barely registering to her as she went about her day. Someone who randomly happened to enjoy the same café. She would never know that I planned my day around this, around her. That upon accidentally crossing her path, I kept returning to this place hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I had to be careful to space out my visits so that she didn’t catch on.
I had to master the art of looking without looking because I didn’t want to creep her out. I just wanted to bask in the radiance of her presence as often as I could. Each time I had my lunch break there, I made up a different name for her. Could it be Diana, Melody, or Saphire? There didn’t seem to be a name that could equal such beauty.
I sipped my coffee and wondered if I would ever have the courage to say hello —to introduce myself and maybe shake her hand. I imagined what her voice would sound like, and the way she would say my name. I finished my last sip and smiled to myself as I walked away. I wasn’t brave enough today, but maybe another day…
She connected with this beautiful soul on the other side of the world and needed to learn every detail of his life, his mind, and his heart. They got to know every piece of each other quickly, setting their barriers to the side and being fearless in the pursuit of knowledge for each other. She showed him the darkest parts of her soul and he bared his. She tried to show him the worst first, to see if he would stick around. But they both knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He was hers from day 1, and she was his. She questioned his motives and tested him to the point where a lesser man would have walked away, but not the one meant for her. He stayed and put up with her bullshit, calming her chaos at every turn.
He could see and feel her emotions more than anyone ever could before. He noticed the slight changes in her eyes or her tone of voice. Neither of them holds anything back, because they cannot. She answers his questions before he asks them. She can feel it when he gets quiet or distant, and doesn’t let him stay that way. Are they both a little broken? Yes, but that’s beautiful too. They don’t need to fix each other, they just need to love each other’s fragments while they put themselves back together in the safe place provided by that love.
They both want the same things out of life — to live it fully, and experience all that they can. To push our boundaries and find their limits. To go on adventures and see as much of the world as possible. To face their fears and go after their dreams. They are so alike it scary. He terrifies her in a lot of ways. She’s afraid of the intensity of her feelings. She’s afraid of losing him and afraid of the unknown. She’s afraid that if she doesn’t give it a chance, she’ll regret it for the rest of her life and think about him every day until she dies. Everyone has moments in life where they have choices to make — to stay on the path they are on or forge a new one. She’s always been the type to blaze her own trail, so I guess it’s time to take another leap of faith and hope the Universe catches her.