September blossoms with a beautiful Tantalyzing Tuesday that is only 6 days from my birthday. Lucky me, I have a few minutes to splash a mere 200 words across the page again for your lustful entertainment. The photo that drew my attention today is this passionately painful piece that screams separation to me. Why are they apart? Is he sick, lured away, seduced, by another, on a business trip or even....dead? I don't know.
Then, as you prepare to leave, plan a few wicked minutes to indulge in the Teasers my compatriots have drafted for your prurient pleasures. You can jump to our control page on the anywhere you see this link, Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, or you can visit them one at a time, like waiting lovers, below. Tell me what you think has come between them in the comments below.........
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I knew...
I couldn’t live in the past but...I couldn’t breathe without you.
I couldn’t exist in the lost and lonely days but...I wouldn’t survive without them.
I couldn’t welcome today with the memories of our love cinching an aching grip around my heart.
How could I live without your love to fold around my passion and desire?
Drawn irresistibly, weakened finally, to the door of your closet, I stopped. Was that the rustle of you dressing, the smell of your cologne and the soft low resonant hum of your favorite song escaping your throat as you shaved? I ached for you and pressed my body against the door. The cool partition which separated me from my you, from our love, from the crushing truth, seared my yearning flesh and burned my heart.
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Then, as you prepare to leave, plan a few wicked minutes to indulge in the Teasers my compatriots have drafted for your prurient pleasures. You can jump to our control page on the anywhere you see this link, Tantalyzing Tuesday Teasers, or you can visit them one at a time, like waiting lovers, below. Tell me what you think has come between them in the comments below.........
Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*°
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| Aching You |
Feigning a strength I did not possess, unwavering, I ran my fingers nonchalantly along the wall as I walked past the door to your closet. It was nothing but a threshold to the past.
I knew...
I couldn’t live in the past but...I couldn’t breathe without you.
I couldn’t exist in the lost and lonely days but...I wouldn’t survive without them.
I couldn’t welcome today with the memories of our love cinching an aching grip around my heart.
How could I live without your love to fold around my passion and desire?
Drawn irresistibly, weakened finally, to the door of your closet, I stopped. Was that the rustle of you dressing, the smell of your cologne and the soft low resonant hum of your favorite song escaping your throat as you shaved? I ached for you and pressed my body against the door. The cool partition which separated me from my you, from our love, from the crushing truth, seared my yearning flesh and burned my heart.
There is no life without you: no heartbeat, no air connecting the tethered thoughts between us. Oh, God, please bring him back or take me with him, into his eternal embrace.
I cried quietly…………please don't leave me.
I cried quietly…………please don't leave me.
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Damn, very touching, but epic. I was moved by the way you put it. Good job!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ray. Your comment is overwhelming and I appreciate it so much. xo
DeleteOh wow Muffy, that really was filled with emotion. I particularly love "Drawn irresistibly, weakened finally, to the door of your closet, I stopped." Fantastic. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jessica. You flatter me. I appreciate your comments. xo
DeleteVery emotional. You can really feel her pain.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit and read, Angelica. xo
Delete*sniffs*
ReplyDeletetruly beautiful, Muffy and so sad.
Awwwww, I didn't mean to make you cry, Doris. Thanks for stopping by and having a quick read. I appreciate your comments. xo
DeleteSo sensual. Filled with a mixture of emotions. Eloquent and beautiful. I love it
ReplyDelete"Eloquent",....oh, thank you, Naomi. I so appreciate your visit and comments. xo
DeleteTouching and passion filled. You feel the yearning tugging at you. The bitterness of hope burns your tongue
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mangus! I didn't know you were in today. I will add you to my blog. Thank you so much. Yes, the sting of hope can be bitter, I agree.
DeleteTremendously beautiful words full of an aching sorrow she cannot let go of. I admired thiis line to appropriatelly describe the feeling she experoenced, "...the memories of ourlove cinching an aching grip around my heart." A lost lover feels exactly like that.
ReplyDeleteYou are always so thoughtful in your critiques. I appreciate that more than you could possibly know. Yes, once love has a hold, it doesn't let go until our heart and souls are ready. Thank you, brother. xo
DeleteWell written filled with many emotions..... loved this is there more to this one ????
ReplyDelete"crushing truth ... seared yearning flesh..." really well done.... :) T
Thank you so much, Theresa. You are always so kind. I appreciate your visit and wonderful kind praise of my work. xo
DeleteHauntingly beautiful. You created a real tear-jerker here.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jorja. I guess a lost love can leave us feeling that way. Thanks for stopping by and having a 'quickie' with me. I appreciate your comments. xo
Deletebeautifully written yet so heart wrenching
ReplyDeleteThere was a ton of vivid imagery building up your story as the scene progressed. This one drew me into the scene immedialtely
ReplyDelete"His cock deep, deep into Aynne wracked, lurched, and spasmed as he came in tidal waves of scorching orgasm." You caught the sensations accurately. From there you described evetry detail splendidly. I don't knoe how you created such beautiful images.