Worlds of Love

Melissa gently placed another blade of grass from his grave in their Wedding book. One could count the many times she visited by the blades of grass.
Every Sunday for the last two years...she would kneel at his graveside and ask him to come home with her....like the little blades of grass.
She would carry the tiny symbol of love in her hand until she placed it in the book.

This time....she sat and opened the book...opened her hand and the blade of grass wasn't there. She stood up and brushed at her clothing...hoping it would fall to the floor but saw nothing.
Tears formed in her eyes as she cried his name,"Liam....Liam...please help me find it!" She looked frantically for the blade of grass. She rushed to the bedroom and whipped the pink chenille bedspread on the floor.
She climbed on the bed and began removing her clothes like a mad woman. She shook her blouse and watched the white sheet for one little green stripe.
She shook her skirt, her long brown hair and then her underclothes as she removed them.
She saw nothing and fell on to the cold sheet...naked....brokenhearted and sobbing. She closed her eyes and begged for a few moments...even a kiss on the cheek would let her know that Liam still loved her from heaven.
Melissa sat up on the bed and thought out loud,"You have to quit this...he is gone...never coming back....ever!"
She grabbed her green robe from the bedpost and went to run herself a warm bath. She turned the faucets on and poured in half a bottle of liquid soap. The flower scent of the soap seemed to calm her as she tied her hair up.
She sat on the edge of the tub with her feet in the water....dropped the robe from her shoulders and eased into the bubbles.
When the water came up to her neck...she spun the faucets off with her toes. She closed her eyes and listened to a memory of his voice. She heard the whispers he would make in their bed.
He would name the parts of her body...and describe them with words like soft, perfect, beautiful and delicious.
Melissa wanted Liam so bad. She looked down at her soapy knees and remembered the feel of his body...brushing her inner thighs.
She began making soft moans as she gripped the claw foot tub's edges with her hands. She could feel Liam inside her and she could hear his whispers. The warm water was vibrating...she could feel his energy on her breasts as her nipples began to rise.
Her moans began to get quicker and louder. Her body was writhing in the water and splashing out. She place her feet on the wall above the faucets...her toes bent as the muscles stiffened in her legs. She cried out his name as the tremors came...over and over.
The last tremor was more like a quake. She felt the juices flow from her....she collapsed into a satisfaction she hadn't felt in such a long time.
Melissa just soaked and relaxed in the water. She only thought of Liam. She knew he had visited her. She held her left hand up and wiped the soap away on her cheek. She looked at her wedding band. She saw a little green tip sticking out from underneath the gold. She gently twisted the ring forward on her finger...revealing the blade of grass. She smiled and said,"I love you so much...I will meet you here every Sunday."

Neighbors gossiped about the young widow who danced in her flower garden every Sunday afternoon. A man was never seen but she was just too happy according to the nosy folks of Cherry street. I guess they just don't realize....there are many worlds of love.