"The Rush"

It’s 3:55 pm on a hot, sunny Sunday. My mind has been so active today in spite of the day of the week. Does the mind ever get a day of rest? My thoughts are of you, the one that has my heart but doesn’t know it yet. If you do, you have a very convincing way that says otherwise. You, so beautiful, that no man can resist laying his eyes upon you, and wanting you, some for a few passionate moments, others for a lifetime. I want you forever, nothing more, and nothing less.

My heartbeat increases at the very thought of you, although we have never met. That very heartbeat resonates throughout the universe all of the love I have in store for you, likened to distant drums sending their messages across the prairies, between the mountain tops. My thoughts are of early morning walks, strolls really, taking in the brisk morning air that refreshes the mind so well, and holding your hand as we chat.

The distant drums begin to get louder and more thunderous as I envision you and I wrapped up in bed sheets, making love. My desire for you is greater than the heat of any sun, and pray towards the heavens that I can please you as no one ever has, if making love with you ever becomes a dream come true. My arms are wrapped around you; touching you in warm, soft places, that causes our blood to rise and flow into areas that bring so much beauty to our world together. My mind continues on this journey of love that takes me to heaven and through hell. I can feel every inch of you all at once and the heat is intolerable, yet so welcomed. I explore your soul as I search for your spirit, to awaken it and feel me. And you do. Our movements are as an ocean of pleasure teaming with life abundant. Our only desire is to be the creator, the designer of our new world and we have a blank canvas at our fingertips.

Suddenly we explode together, as a quasar giving birth and I paint your velvet canvas with all of the colors of the rainbow while you accompany me in the spreading of these beautiful colors we see. My thoughts are calm now. I am wrapped up in you and you in me; our lips touching; our eyes closed. My mind drifts off to the place I had just left, savoring every second.

My heartbeat slows and I fall in your arms so warm and tender. I can hear it as my head rests upon your breast, or is it mine? You drift asleep as I watch you breathe, as I watch serenity wash over you. I pull you close to me and I close my eyes for the final time and I drift away into my secret world in which you frequent in my lonely times. Quite the rush!