lifting the veil of nights silence

[WILDCAT]

Originally Posted by Passionaria

Even at three am the Texas heat is unbearable. The scorched red earth of the Hill Country has baked dry, cracking like the sun drenched face of a thousand year old woman. Plants, like fragile Southern Bells grow faint from heat exhaustion, while trees stand comatose, not daring to move a single leaf. It feels as if the land is holding its breath, afraid to make one wrong move.

One wrong move I think, tears rolling down my face, can change everything. I had never behaved like that before, so hurt and angry that I couldn’t even remember what I had said. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty I thought to myself, sniffling, as I gently sucked the last morsel of chocolate clinging to my manicured fingertips. The sweetness of the chocolate was a welcome contrast to the pain raging in my heart. But not quite as helpful as the Merlot I sipped, as I sat on the front porch, curled up on the sea grass sofa, watching the night.

A breeze rustles through dry leaves, laced with the familiar scent of dust. While grayish blue clouds morph the starry sky, into an ominous warning, whose energy feels like a snake recoiling ready to strike. Oh stop teasing me, I thought, directing my pain at the sky, instead of you. It hasn’t rained in months. Lightning pierces the darkness, electricity burning through my heart. The only sound I hear is the wind, blowing like the tormented thoughts in my mind. The plants quiver reaching out to be quenched, as does my heart. The outside and the inside feel the same tonight, the synchronicity bringing me peace.

This storm and I are one, as I wander out under the night sky. Rain begins to fall cool on my skin, giving life to earth, and my soul. Inhibition dissolves into this merging, and I remove my clothes stretching my torso across the hood of my neighbor’s car. My feet spread apart, my hips following the line of warm metal. Face down, my long hair flowing across red paint. Rain is beating down on my skin; stinging, cooling, cleansing. Cool water quenching the dryness of my lips, rolling across swollen eyelids, massaging tense shoulders, torrents running from my fingertips. Tears of this raging storm gush down the valley of my spine like a flash flood, then splashes over the roundness of my hips, and lush bare bottom, before finding the inside of my thighs, and rushing to join the waiting earth. The skies passionate release washing away the storm in me.

I laid there cleansed and entranced, until the fleeting storm transformed into a rising mist permeating the night air. Finally rising, spent, amazed at the markings my body lotion has created. A woman’s face, breasts, waist, hips and thighs smeared onto the red paint of my neighbor’s car. Laughing softly, poor thing, I wonder how he is going to explain that.

Pashi



Yes, I know this is a story, but it just feels better to me to keep my musings in one tightly spot. A place where all the creatures of my overactive mind are already familiar with each other.~ Passionaria

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BEAUTIFUL... Thank you.

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by WILDCAT

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BEAUTIFUL... Thank you.

Hi Wildcat,
I appreciate you taking the time to read, and then actually comment, allot! Thanks.

Pashi

[foxyshaman]

fantastic writing Passionaria. Simply beautiful.

[Passionaria]

Originally Posted by foxyshaman

fantastic writing Passionaria. Simply beautiful.

Thank you Foxy, I appreciate you kind words, very much!!!!

Pashi

[Stoney]

I concur, very nice!

[Passionaria]

I have been making videos, as a way to express the things my heart needs to feel. This song, Somos, is a Bolero. The first version of this song is by Jose Feliciano, the second by my favorite Artist,
Mayte Martin.

"A Bolero is a nocturnal and intimate melody, fragrant and fruity, which serves to produce tears, to adore, to embrace like ivy on the wall, to extinguish a love which is more suffering than love, to forget time, the world outside and everything else; to see the dark side of the moon, to erase old kisses with kisses from other lips, to ask the clock to make time stand still….A Bolero is the last chance to slash your wrists with the blade of a metaphor (before you do it with the bread-knife!)"

Somos ~ Jose Feliciano
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67JdhYLKLEM"]YouTube- Somos ~ Jose Feliciano[/ame]

Sweet dreams mi amor

when you lay down to sleep tonight

think of me

my lust seeping into your mind

unexpected and intoxicating

like the scent of perfume

carried on the wind

with no one in sight

stirring your soul

calling it close to me

your breath catching

your cock suddenly unruly and erect

with eyes closed

can you feel my warm moist breath

settling like dew on your skin

as my lips worship the dimensions

of your being

as you drift off to sleep

release yourself

into the sound of my voice

whispering in your ear

expressing exactly how

my passion desires

to meet

with your bravado

drift off to sleep

mi amor

I'm here

waiting to play

in your dreams

Somos ~ Mayte Martín y Tete Montoliu
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz_mbgTNol4"]YouTube- Somos ~ Mayte Martín y Tete Montoliu[/ame]

[Jet]

Stopping in to peruse

[Passionaria]

Linger ~ Dream ~ Soft ~ Edge ~ Vacillate ~ Recognize ~ Redolent ~ Core ~ Essence

Dreams soft with yearning appear
as my heart cries out for you
Feelings emerge becoming lucid
I recognize your soul
love lingers between lifetimes unforgotten
My desire clenching to the core of who you are
leaves me waiting here at the edge of lonliness

Tenderness my hearts memory
my souls longing
Feelings vacilate through space and time
Soul memories redolent with the essence of you

[Passionaria]

Blood ~ Bones ~ Flesh ~ Through ~ Meld ~ Dark ~ Within ~ Sin ~ Fire

Dark of night
Thunder pressing hard
against the earth
vibrations caress
molecules dance
shaking, reverberating, cleansing
eyes open
lips smiling
flesh of my breasts pulling taught

Lightning strikes
electric currents
demand entrance within
melding with blood and bone
exciting

Thunder storms
sky making love to earth
pure passion
ciento por ciento
no holding back

breath quickens
needing to play with fire
with no holding back

[Passionaria]

Sphere - Mention - Whispered - Honest - Lavender - Breeze - Storm - Dream - Endless

Trade winds
fragrant breeze
undoes my Lavendar dress
a warm sensuous caress
touching all
of me
with out asking
honestly enjoying the fact
that I can't escape
teasing me until
I yield
my most tender flesh into
dreamy spheres
of feeling
surrendering my body
to the sun and
fragrant breeze
the sound of
ocean waves
breaking
my last bit of resistance
to this storm of feelings
merging with the elements
endless connection
to home
Entranced
sweet fragrant breeze
like the
warm sensuous caress
of a lovers hand
whispered tenderly
of your arrival
but never mentioned
when.

Pashi