~ Your Hand ~
by S. Anne Gardner
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. My eyes cannot look away. The first contact…the warmth that first touches my skin and slides down to the fingers that tremble with the tide that they know will follow.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. Its arrival fills me with an emotion that causes my breathing to sporadically gasp as my eyes close. And all that fills me is you.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. When my eyes release it they search for you and I see it ….I see love as I never have before…I see all this in your eyes.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. Your passion as strong leaves me wanting and breathless in the face of the storm that grows from within. The only outcome passion beyond control, rhyme or reason….love.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. The possession of you…your possession of me. The sweetness of the surrender to a need that craves to touch, taste and feed. A heart that knows only one name….that craves only one kiss….that desires only one touch and wallows in only one want.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine as your body and your soul belong to me. Because in all this I have found that we are one… so one that I feel and know your breathing since I share it and am such a part of the you. Never have I known such oneness; loved beyond the realm of reason…know only one name….loved only one thought…..the thought of you…..on the cliff of the mountain that is my world I hold you close…and I yell to the wind that you are mine. In this world… in my world you are lover, you are wife.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. I that am the one that rode down the mountain, through the valley and took you ….. siege of a world….I who rode down said mountain towards love's embrace are the one taken…..and you… you who are the warmth and the softness inside me I hold to my breast with such fierceness that to tear you from me would mean death. You touch my face and always my mouth turns to find you, to be one with you….to take a kiss…to give kiss….I am taken by your kiss…..
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. My lover, my Queen, my Wife….I hold you to me…the cold wind comes and I am not afraid…I hold you to me…I feel your warmth….I wrap you in my mantle of fur and I look on and wait….for they are coming….but they shall not pass….I hold you to me…and I feel the warmth of you….and I stand strong on the cliff of the mountain….of our world.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. Days I wait for them….I know that they will come….they think that I don't love you….I the usurper am taken by your heart. They think that I don't love you….and yet I pull you to me…the warmth of you against my heart. They think that I do not love you….while I take you to my fire and my world and make you Queen of my life. They think I do not love you….how foolish they all are.
Your hand fits so perfectly in mine. You are my world, with you the world is mine.