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Like the thought of soft hands caressing shapely hips, gently brushed fingertips across the belly, with kisses alighted upon a cheek, a neck, shoulders and down, to breast.



Like the idea of two naked forms, lusting, needing, aching for release after long days spent alone, sensitive to the lightest touch- awake now and shivering with expectant excitement.



Like the sigh that comes from each as their lips finally meet, their bodies together at last- the warmth, the tenderness, the urgent calling from inside...

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Vampirewitch39
20:37 Mar 10 2008

*sigh*

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I miss her.



I miss her like joy misses a smile.



I miss her like sorrow misses it's tears.



I hurt, from her.



I hurt from my heart, broken.



I hurt from my dreams, forgotten.



I cry, for her.



I cry as the wind in the storm.



I cry as a lovers remorse.



I wait, for her.



I wait in hope.



I wait in fear.



I wish, for her.



I wish for our smiles, shared.



I wish for our tears, dried.



I wish for my heart, fixed.



I wish for my dreams, remembered.



I wish for the wind, to carry me to her.



I wish for the lovers, reunited.



I wish for hope, without fear.

Dying under a sun of unrelenting love. For love, for life, forever. Wilting in the harsh gaze, we fall, to our knees and pray. For hope, for life, for love.

There is a place within the human heart where it can be said that pain overwhelms all else.



It is the conflict between Joy and Sadness, born out of Love.



How can a person exist in that state perpetually and not fall into depression, hopelessness and insanity?



To know it, is the most bitter of agonies- To have all that was ever wanted in ones' hands, yet watch with sickening terror as it melts away like mist.



Where is the sense in it, to place the heart in the firing line of this most acid of arrows?



Duty bound in an honourable repose, a brave man stands in anticipation of the furtive attack- sent from the unlikeliest of sources and unavoidable, as it is inevitable.