Overwhelmed, our vulnerable hearts fill up, fragile from the weight of emotion,yet there is no collapse or implosion,only the soundless falling of a single tear.A drop in the ocean without noise or ceremony,I can feel it reverberating somewherein the voice that I know and a stranger's cold echolies the silence of letting so much of myself go.Letting them go is a release so profound,I am always surprised that something so...
On Diane's third night at the retreat, hot, steamy dreamsof her and Emma flowed through her mind. She woke up wet and horny and slipped a hand down between her legs. She thought about what it would be like to have Emma here with her in her bed. Emma's full breasts and curvy hips drove her insane. Diane pictured Emma straddled across her hips and sliding up and down on a dildo that Diane would have strapped around her hips...
Do you know what abandonment is? It's crazy I need to explain it. It can take on many forms. Come in many different ways. Most assume it is leaving. Did you ever think of the silence? You forget;It's the absence of something. Something you need. Something you crave. What are you missing? The touch. The feeling. The magic of it all. The touch, Where did it go? The feeling, How can you miss it so? The magic, When will it be...
Diane and Emma had spent the rest of the second day staring at each other and stealing touches when they could. But they had no real opportunity to be close until the afternoon of the third day. After lunch was their private time. Each person was to find a place on the island away from everyone else and spend the time in quiet reflection. Counselors would make rounds around the island checking on each one of the guests an...
Diane laid back on her mat with her arms straight down at her sides. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and soulful. She tried to clear her mind and listen to the sounds of nature around her. Other women lay around her, each on their own mat, trying to find the deep, peaceful meditation within themselves. Occasionally, the soft, smooth voice of the instructor would offer soothing words or explain what to do next. Ri...
Some things exist only in the silence,in the spaces in between the noise stolen moments in life's chaos where true love simply exists.When life's constant noise stops finally we get to just breathe. It is in these rare moments when we realize life's fragility.Love, for me, was always fleeting. Finally, I found a beautiful man whose soul hears all of the words I could never begin to say aloud.Someone that is able to speak...
Ester was in the water, and James was on the shore. She was swimming on her back. The wind was blowing gently over her head, as she faced the coastline. Hills and cliffs were visible behind the beach, dim green, square fields of yellow. Above them, everything was grey, a beautiful, vast grey. It was light, and then dark. The infinite mass of clouds hung low; so near it seemed at Ester’s fingertips, so wide it seemed holy....
So you gently fall around me, Like so many dark stars, You break a sky of white. You fill my dreams, And the fields where I walk, Are silent now. Snow, kiss me, you are gentle As a lover, in white sheets, You are as soft as her breast, Caught in snow tight lace. We should turn back she smiles, We might freeze, But I could live here forever. This is a place chosen, To harbour our broken souls, This is our white palace, Fal...
As time goes by I watched us grow apart Day by day it would break my heart I love you so much it’s tearing me up inside What would life be like without you by my side The day we met is all I think about How happy we were how can we forget When I catch a glimpse of you I see the distance gaze Are you reminiscing of our happier days How can we talk about what is happening to us As a wall of silence is building between us Th...
More than simply quantity, it isThe quality of your words thatRemains with me.Not simply the sounds,But the silences.Music, some say,Is not simply about the notes,But it is just as much about theSilences between them.Each night it is the same dream,Each night.It is the same.Nothing more.Nothing less.I see myselfAlone in the airport,Bag in hand,Walking through and among the Faces Of strangers.Walking to meetA face that is...
In the quiet of the nightYour voice on the phone,Is the last thing I hear And then I am alone. I know goodnight will comeAs we talk about our day,I have grown to love you so much Please tell me you'll stay.I had no clue I'd fall for you But I fell in love so deep,Finally I hang up the phone Wishing together we could sleep.Once I am alone I realizeThe silence is so deafening, You became the music in my life I didn't even...
Silent tears slip slowly,Rolling down my face,As I try to remember,The feel of your embrace.The tears hit my chapped lips,And sting every tiny cut place,It seemed in this relationship,That you were in a race.My body aches to touch you,To trace over skin so soft,Place kisses on your body,As when we hid out in the loft.I brush the tears aside now,But feel the tracks they leave,Tracks you would once wipe away,Seems now they'...
In silence can I speak without a word?The language of the heart I'll use instead;What need have I of speech when souls are stirred? A gentle touch, a kiss, both are deferred; The meaning of those acts remain unsaid;In silence can I speak without a word? A smile, perhaps, takes flight much like a bird,And carries far on purest wings outspread;What need have I of speech when souls are stirred? Though tenderness of lips may...
There are days where I don’t knowWhich way to turn.Pulled in a thousand different directions,Everybody wants something from me.Except for you.You have been patient and understanding,Even when I know my silence isFrustrating.Disheartening.Heart-breaking.But you send words of kindness,Of longing,Of desire.Of patience and of understanding.If only there was more of me,Or perhaps if there was more than one of me,I could be eve...
I open my eyes to the dimly litliving-room of our flat. It’s grey outside; typical British weather. Cold, cloudy. It’s October, so winter is just starting to creep in. I’m chilled to the bone, wrapped in my clean white blanket shivering. It must have been that horrible cold that woke me up. I wish I could go back to sleep, until master was home. I have no clue what the time is, but Master leaves early in the morning, just...
