I could come just having you breath in my ear. I hear your breath beating inside my deepest parts. I sway in your arms barely able to breath, its been too long – far too long, and I am swept away by memories…
The cold seeps right through you here, I thought. The wind was playing havoc and I knew that soon the rain would come. But I would wait for you to finish your insane morning ritual of plunging naked into the icy sea. I would wait for you though, so that I could feast my eyes on your beauty as you ran shivering to me and I enveloped you in your cloak. We ran laughing to our cottage – the fire lit already for you warm yourself and the pot of herbal tea brewing on the hearth.
Our cottage roof was busy with the dried herbs strung above and the green smell permeated everything including our clothing. We had another busy day ahead, crofters to visit who were not well. I had already packed our usual Anise, Blackthorn, Caraway, Chamomile, Dandelion Dill, Elder, Eyebright, Foxglove amongst the usual. Each had to be given in their measure properly or it could kill or cure. Our tradition had been carried over to both of us by our grandmothers. Who would have thought that the only two in the village that Airmid had granted the gift of healing would land up as lovers. We grew up side by side and had all the tools to manage on this harsh little island that was our home. Our fame as the “good women of Iona” had spread to the mainland and sometime we had visitors who landed and sought us out.
I watched you under lowered lashes as you stretched before the fire and felt that burn of lovelust glow through me. You looked up and caught my eyes in the grey sky stare that sank into the sea glow of mine. A breath escaped me, and I moved towards you. My clothes leaving my as leaves in autumn. My breath on yours, your mouth claiming my rock hard nipples in their warmth. Suddenly and fiercely you led me to our cot – leaning over me and saying “I love you Brighde, I love you” my soul soared at your words and our love making was fierce…
And here you are again, unbelievably again. I saw you first at that conference we both attended on Noetic Science. When my eyes caught you, the shock was physical, a blow to the solar plexus, my heart twisting and a sudden wave of sharp desire. I remember staggering and having to grab the back of a chair, you turned at the same time eyes wide with recognition, you felt my presence. I sat down and close my eyes, all memories rushing back. I have a gift of being able to go into spontaneous regression of past lives of my own as well as others. You were everywhere, I flipped through the pages of my lives, way back to the time of Source, starseeds that agreed to transform this planet whenever we returned. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, you stood before me and said “I believe we have met”.
What followed was hours of talking over wine and champagne that flowed like waterfalls – beach walks and all this time desire flaming between us. We had not touched till now, oh till now.
I feel as if I am going to combust, your mouth softly against mine exploring me, my hands moving under your shirt finding you have goose bumps, pulling you closer. Your hands behind my head. Your perfume filling my pores. The rough feel of your jeans as I unbutton them – once again as a thousand times before our clothes leaving us on their own violation. A sharp intake of our breaths as we feast on the sight of the other, I can feel my wetness seeping out of me, so ready to have you find me, find me, find me. Your naked skin on me as we lie down my legs immediately round you pulling you closer. Oh bliss my found one as I enter you and hear your gaspmoan, I want to give you heaven in my touch, have the sky break open into a rainbow – I want to have you feel the freedom of the Universe as you expand your coming against me.
I am not sure how much tears are flowing between us as we lie cradled in the beauty of our bliss. Never leave me again, never.
©Tass 2009
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