Courage to Fight for Love

Stillness permeated the world around her and she stood at the edge of her destiny or her damnation. Not a sound came to her, not even the water lapping on the shore around her could enter the fierce focus she had on that wooden walkway. All she needed to do was take the first step and then another and then another. If she kept going she would make it to the end, to the place where the dawn kissed the twilight with adoration.

Her breath caught in her throat when she watched the clouds part before her, the sun began to peek through, illuminating the world ahead of her. All came alive around her in an instant and her breath left her in a whoosh. Birdsong floated on the light breeze, the sound of the lake lapping on the shore, the sound of the waterfall in the distance and the very faint sound of music. She knew instinctively this was the sound of her own soul waiting for her at the end of the pathway but still, fear kept her captive on the rocky shore.

A glance down to her right showed a bright golden fish slide through the green waters and she saw in its scales the sunlight of salvation winking at her. Take a chance they said. The birds sang melodies of courage. The water lapped gently with reassurance.

Alone she stood, watching that world ahead of her rise within the sunlight and she knew her soul bonded was there, he waited for her but she needed to take the step to believe. She needed to believe it was not far to the Promised Land, to where she could glide into his arms and feel safe once again. Her punishment had been harsh at the hands of her captors, her scars ached to the bone on her back but she ignored the pain as she knew once she reached the land ahead she would be healed. Her body, mind, heart and soul would be whole once again. She needed to see his dark eyes on her once again; she needed his lips pressed to her temple and to hear his soft whispered, I love you. But the hags in Fravenshaw did their job well and the dark tales of pain, devils and lost souls at the end of the wooden walkway had her hesitating. Never in her life would she have hesitated on any quest. Her heart was strong, her courage was the stuff of legends but she had her world stripped from her when she was taken. She lost her sword and her love.

“Damn you all.” She growled at the air around her, pulling her courage up from the ruined heap of her soul and she stepped onto the wooden walkway. It shifted under her weight and she paused, fear lancing through her at remembered tales of flesh eating mermen in the waters of the Palin. A soft sound whispered past her ears and she cocked her head, heart pounding, knowing the voice, knowing the nuances.
“Come my love….do not be afraid…I am here, you just need to find me..please save me…”
Her beloved’s voice sounded strained,  lost and this was what she needed. Courage filled her once withered heart and with a warrior’s yell she sprinted down the walkway into the dawn.

Noodle On Fire with Thoughts

These are thoughts I have had and snippets of things I have read that prompted me to write about those snippets of thought. I ran across them tonight and my noodle went on fire with the wild thoughts that rush through me now.

Sex and Life....

When you’re in bed with someone, you don’t want to open the blinds and get dressed and leave the room where everything started. When you both leave that bed, it undoes the spell. You immediately snap back to reality, walk with a sense of purpose and flinch when someone tries to touch you. We never try to take the things we learn in bed and apply them to our dealings in real life. They’re kept underneath the covers, ready for us when we return. I guess that’s what makes it so unique and ultimately beautiful.
We need to keep our bedroom lessons close while we run around people and learn to be more tender, more conscious of how we treat one another. Sometimes a gentle word or soft touch to a shoulder can make someone come out of a bad day. A bright smile and friendly good morning can make someones day and then they will pay it forward.
Sweetness is always a good thing.

Now onto kisses...I love kisses....oh I remember a certain person's kisses and below is what I would write about his kisses. (Wish I could kiss him again, it was like a lightning storm)

I was remembering, during a friendly night out, his kisses.
He once asked me how I wanted to be kissed.
My answer was "Like you hate me."
He blinked a few times, and then did.
Since that night years ago I've enjoyed many wonderful kisses, but none like that. That kiss scared me. It overwhelmed and overpowered and flattened me. This vanilla boy could win every argument, every hesitation, by kissing me. His kisses melted me and got me flat on my back, fingers gripping his shirt, and begging.
I think we underestimate kissing. I think if you have, or have had, people in your life where kisses are like fireworks, that's no small thing.

Funny how I will read something and my mind goes into a direction that I must write it all down. It may come out disjointed and out of the blue, but then that is why I am so interesting. You just never know what I am going to say next. I have decided that I am done censoring myself. I have decided that I am just me. Period. Take it or leave it. I will just write whatever come to my mind.
I will continue to ramble on, sort of summarizing what I have been thinking about sex and kisses.

I was reading an article about sex. That first time you are with someone and the way things can unfold when it happens is so very interesting. Sometimes it is a gradual coming together where it is a planned event and then there those times when it is like a hurricane. No matter how the event happens, there comes a certain level of intimacy when two people come together for the first time. Barriers are brought down. Control is lost. Nothing matters except the touch of that other person and the feel of their skin against your own. Minds are lost and sometimes so are hearts. To quote above:
When you are in bed with someone you don’t want to open the blinds and get dressed and leave the room where everything started. When you both leave that bed, it undoes the spell. You immediately snap back to reality and the moment is gone. Interestingly we never try to take the things we learn in bed and apply them to the dealings in our real life. They are kept under the covers until we return.
That strikes me as almost sad. I would like to think we could continue to keep our barriers slightly down while we go through life. Allow those wondrous things to touch us, intimately so that we may experience some small rush of desire while we toil throughout our days. Perhaps if people could look one another in the eye, say what they mean with caring there would be less pain the world. Perhaps, just perhaps, we would not need so many barriers and walls to protect us from what we feel is so ‘wrong’ or ‘scary’. Guess it boils down to taking life as it comes at you with a smile and a loving heart. Allowing others to see you and accept you for who you are, even when you are in the most intimate place possible. If we can do it there, under the covers or even on top of them, we should learn to do it every day out in the real world. I think we human beings could grow into something quite remarkable.
Once my mind got going on this subject I thought about something else I read that sparked my memories. Kisses. Simple kisses can take a person apart. I know this, intimately. I have been kissed many times in my life but there is one time where I was brought to my knees. I was completely overwhelmed, flattened by the sheer intensity of what was going on. I felt as if I was melting and I could not get enough. Even just writing about the incident sends my heart to beating hard and my stomach fluttering. I have never been kissed so thoroughly or with so much passion in my life. Truly I was begging for more. I talk about this because sometimes we forget that intimacy does not have to be under the covers but can be fully clothed and pressed against a wall. I am of the mind that we should never underestimate the power of a kiss. If you have ever had kisses like I have experienced, where fireworks are going off in your mind, it is no small thing. Cherish it. Hang on to it. Get more of it. Take the walls down. Let the intimacy flow with conversation and even kisses.

Fire in my Fingers

I have a fire in my fingers and I want to believe in this, in me, in you and the way your eyes burn when you look at me and remember why the world spins and atoms collide because of fate. The fire rages out of control as passion flares between us, consuming us within its powerful heat. This must be what a lightning strike feels like for when my lips press to yours all I can feel is electric heat coursing throughout my body. Hands cannot be still as they touch and feel their way to ecstasy and I know that the fire within my fingers is only drawn forth by you. We are positive and negative, forces so different yet so alike we make a spark that burns into a blaze. I cannot breathe for the desire takes my breath away and I feel light headed. I know you feel the same for you grasp me as your anchor to keep from falling into the abyss of love. Let it all go, I whisper against your lips, let us be those smashing atoms that cannot stop spinning and colliding. Let us be the lightning and allow the power of love to keep the ghosts at bay.

The above is a piece of something that I can craft when I think of passion. There are many forms of it between lovers and since I am going to be writing a lot this winter I need to get reconnected to my passionate soul. It had been lost for a while but I know where to go to find it. I just need to close my eyes and think about my own lightning strike. Passion seems to unfurl in different ways and its fascinating how it varies in degrees.

 There is the comforting passion between lovers who have been together a long time. This is where they are comfortable with one another that it does not matter what they look like, how they are feeling, it is just there and they can relax to their true nature. To allow the desire to flow like water through them without the worry of looking silly and this I see mostly in married couples who have had time to grow with one another.

Then there is that passion that is between friends who grow into lovers. This comfortable friendship where they can talk about anything and know the other will always understand, even though they may not agree. The friendship sometimes allows for tentativeness in their explorations which makes it sweeter, longer, and more passionate than they could ever believe. This is a comfortable place for friends to learn one another in a new light and this is a passion that can sometimes to evolve into a natural love.

We now come to the lightning strike. The true looking across the room, love at first sight passion that is frightening as well as exciting and this is the one where grand romance comes from. When the first kiss happens it is like you cannot breathe for it has been stolen by raging desire. All caution is thrown to the wind and the only thing happening is heat, desire and need. Skin meets skin, heart meets heart and true soul love is born.

This last passion is the most wild and dangerous of them all for it promotes recklessness. It will make people do things out of their normal realm but I say, if it happens then there is a reason they were drawn away into that world of soul mates.

The last passion I wrote about is the kind I wish to write my stories about. For it is rare. It is the stuff legends are made of, fantasies are spun from and soul mates are born from. It makes my writing come alive and that is my desire for my readers. To step into the lightning strike and feel the hot desire coursing through your body to the point where you are left breathless just by reading my story.

I need to harness my lightning. I need to taste it once again for it fuels my fire of passion.
Time to close my eyes, remember and begin spinning those tales once again.