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I've walked for many nights, resting by day in cool caves or creek bottoms... It had seemed that I'd never find the destination that my very soul was seeking.



I felt you, following me, but never again did I see you. I felt safe knowing you were near, but was saddened that by the fact that I could not lay eyes on you.



Your face I could never forget, slightly thin, with eyes full of wisdom and a pair of full and inviting lips. How I crave to feel them upon my own.



I arrived in a clearing last eve, a quite enchanted looking place. In the middle sits a circle of large boulders. They seem to sparkle under the moon. even though they appear weathered and quite old they hold a mysterious beauty.



Now, sitting among these giants I reflect.

Looking back on the times we've spent in each others arms...



I recall your hands on my skin, the gentle kisses you so carefully placed head to toe. The words that passed between us. It was all so new and beautiful.



Looking into your eyes, so full of emotion. I prayed my own would not deceive me by showing the love I felt for you. I would not readily admit it with words.. Not yet.



As if you could hear my thoughts, you appear from behind one of the boulders. Without a word you sit across from me. Watching.



I wonder for a moment, not sure what to say... I look up to see you smiling that boyish grin of yours...



"what amuses you so?" I asked in an irritated tone..



"you think too much." you replied in a matter of fact way.



" and how does one expect to accomplish anything without thinking?"



With a soft smile you say "some things are to be felt, not thought"



Knowing you're rite but not ready to accept it, I challenge by saying. "and what do you know of what I'm thinking?!"



To which you reply. "Love is to be felt and shared, not thought of and kept secret." "but I see that you're not ready, but by the end of your journey you will admit that you love me."



I look down at my hands, clenched in fists on my lap..

How does he know?

I feel relieved and yet very vulnerable.



I've loved him for some time now, I denied it and toyed with the idea that it was simply a fleeting infatuation, but as time went on he was always on my mind, I wondered what he was doing, if he thought of me?.. I craved simply for his presence in my life if nothing else.



Looking back up I realize you're gone again..

Feeling a bit down I make my way to the tree line. Just beyond is a small pond with fresh cool water.



Standing near the waters edge I shed my clothes..

Grabbing my bar of soap I wade into the water, submerging myself..

I come up and begin to lather my hair, the scent of lavender filling the air...



Standing behind a tree you watch me, standing in the water washing my hair. The moon glistening off my bare skin, the fullness of my breasts and my nipples hardening in response to the cool breeze.



Your body aches in response to what your eyes can see... A slight groan escapes you, and you move quickly out of sight...



As I dry my hair by the fire, I think back on what you said.

Admitting to love would be no easy task for me. Even if you already know..



I have yet to learn the emotions I've seen in your eyes, what if you do not love me in return?...