Story Line or Future?

Story Line or future?

W/C = 456

My 'eyes' love to caress your body, an inch at a time...you are so beautiful in the morning window light.
The poetic words that stream within my brain ...
Back to the future ... back to the past ...I hope this moment continues to last...I miss the times we shared, the sacred moment we cared ... but time to come will last, because we're 'Lovers'
"With you in this King-sized bed I lie ...although tomorrow I may die... It is worth all the stress and toil as our two bodies start to boil... "The shadows reflecting, a single candle burn ... tells the room we shall always yearn for future times as this... So let all our passions swirl ... unto this woman, still yet a girl.”
She murmured, ”Oh, my darling, what wonderful words you reveal, from your heart to mine, they are so real”,
"Beautiful Angels ... Soft light ... Wonderful feelings ... throughout this night through. I will be longing to make beautiful passionate love, our bodies fitting together as hand in glove,
These things never before felt within lovers’ arms ...the feelings, senses, passion, and charms.
The warm spring breeze flowed outside ... never felt but each other’s closeness.

As she felt (Franks) last thrust goes deep ... with eyes close, the throbbing becomes steep like a sharp stabbing within...

Frank acknowledged I never felt the 'END' of my life... just held on to her love ... as I floated within this room, looking down where we made love

She exclaimed, 'ooh honey, I felt the warmth of his charge, fill me with him so large, the thrust deep within, let the discharge begin, wild and wet, fulfillment met,'

Frank was looking up, saw a white stairway with gold trim on the railing... shining in the mist of a radiant glow...

The stairs beckoned me with a strange longing to see ... I needed to have it take... this invisible body of me ... upward, above this mist… to I don't know where

'Am I dead? Did this last physical act mean that much?

Will I ever Love' again ... Touch again ... Laugh again?"

A spiritual sounding voice, reaching out to my ears ... follow me ... follows me...

As I climb the steps, slowly at first ... what I think is my heart, beats faster, stronger

But exhilaration and warmth come over me... I find that each raising of my foot to take another step ... resounding trumpets blare, mist gets thinner...

A story of the 'future'?

12/16/2004
Rev. 07/24/07
Things that are...
Thoughts you see...
Comfort in life yet to be...
The world awaits your voice...
Spoken only of your choice…