Young Writers Society

Often, in the tranquil hour of night, when stars illuminate the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, and wish that you were with me. I lay awake looking at the black night, looking up and out, from the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars. As I look upon the starry sky, I search for a star that could match your beauty, but of all the stars, I can not find one. For as a match can light up a fire, a star can light up the sky, but you are the only one that can light up my heart. Stars are out tonight and you're the brightest one shining in my sky. The flame of my love will never die, for it burns through the stars for eternity. Every parting is a form of death, but the joy of meeting must pay the pangs of absence. And when you are gone, like a beautiful dream, you always remain in my thoughts, where true love can bridge the greatest distance until every reunion, a type of private heaven..

You stepped out of your dress in one flowing, stylized movement, and underneath you were naked. Your body seemed real to me, not fragments from a dream, or a surreal hallucination, It unfurled before me like a flower, a morning glory greeting the sun. I felt as if I had been pierced through with iron nails that tore my lungs as I tried to breathe. This was my only chance to leave if I was going to.

But you you moved your hand to caress the side of my face, my jaw, and kissed me softly, tiny kisses along the edge of my lips. Initially, there was a certain clumsiness, an awkwardness as I slid his hands around your waist. You stroked my jaw and my cheekbones and then I pulled you towards me, kissing you deeply. Our tongues met and I myself dissolve, like wax melting in the heat. You removed mu clothes, one by one, and then led me to the bed, the white bed, under the rubied iron cross. where I was the supreme master and conductor of your pleasure.

Like a musician who was totally absorbed in the movement of his fingertips over the keys, I was attentive to the very faintest of signals. I registered the flow of tiny moans that rise from inside you as I continued to excite you, receiving and unconsciously classifying the fine nuances that differentiate one moan from another. Then, your moaning turned into little sobs and sighs and cries of surprise, and suddenly my lips told me that your cheeks were covered in tears...

My hands were drawn to your breasts, and when I cupped them in my hands, I was filled with compassion and desire and brought my tongue to your nipples taking each nipple in turn between my lips, delicately courting them with his tongue, while my fingers play on your labia and the secret petals around a bud so full and firm it almost resembles a third nipple...

That went on until your back suddenly arched like a stretched bow, and a moment later you sunk back onto the mattress as, a long, soft cry burst from your lips as though from the bottom of the sea, expressing not only your pleasure but astonishment, as though it were the first time in your life you had reached that landing stage, as if even in your wildest dreams you never imagined what was waiting for you with me.

Afterwards, I held you you as you trembled in my arms, keeping very still, like the only root of a forest. Occasionally, my mouth lingered on yours and I tasted you. I felt for your tongue with mine...

I dreamed of you tonight...Like a dream that lingers once you wake, the thoughts that fade but never break. I dreamed of us, and ended with a kiss. I can still taste you on my tongue and smell your sweet womanly smell.. I wish you were here with me now, so I could kiss those soft lips of yours good morning.

I love you, you and no other. I relish every day because of you. You make me happy every single morning, just by the simple act of appearing in my mind. You are my early morning happiness, and the reason for the smile on my face. Thank you for making my day, every day. I would say "you complete me" but at the moment the phrase seems inaccurate because every morning when I wake up I long for you more then the day before...The act of loving you has taught me a valuable lesson, one that I am reminded of every time I think your name. The lesson is this: life is beautiful, and one day, one hour, one minute at a time. You will not get that time again. Life comes with no guarantee, but just know that smiling will brighten your face, laughter will brighten your day, and the people who love you will help you have a great life.