One emotion ties into another. As the sound penetrating the soul. Creating a fire deep down inside. A burning so hot one glance sparks a flame. A noise which sets the drives in motion. Hanging on every pitch to keep the flames growing. The feeling of soul grabbing as the stares become stronger. Sounds change to feed the hungered inferno. Drifting to the moment of rapped inhaling as the touch becomes real. A perfect sound of wants becoming engulfed in passionate emotions. A driven force connecting the sounds two souls create while melting together. Such a sound branding the souls into moments of desires only they will share. Soul penetrating sound which lights up with just the thought.
The air, a place where connections are felt. Holding the hands of two lovers who just met. Carrying the excitement from one spirit to the other. Allowing moments of giggles to tease the ear with emotions of newness created. It’s the lightness that causes the butterflies to begin fluttering inside. The smiles and tantalizing grins only enhance the idea of what is to come between these two hearts so ready to begin. Wanting to let every bit of the unknowns out with hopes it is received with complete open arms.
The air. The flow guiding the fragrances of aromas allowing the space between the two to intertwine. Leading the thoughts to linger from one glance to the next. Tickling the soul to achieve the ultimate goal. Finding the one inside each other to become the true love each has longed for. Could this really be happening? Could this be the one? Will my soul be forever changed by what little breeze has come this way? All thoughts of wondrous bliss looking for answers.
The air. One major form to which you can not see but you can touch. Feeling the movement arise to a new beginning, a new life, a new love, a new story. Can such an unforeseen form crease such a commotion which changes the hands of time? Oh if only the air understood what it was doing between two hearts full of wants and dreams and desires. Sending smells of ideas and hopes never before thought possible. But yet maybe, just maybe it truly does.
I hear the words of the songs and my heart tears a bit. It is either a memory of times gone by or future dreams of times yet to come. Only a few will hold the presence of the now. That needs to be the sounds taking a hold of my ear. I need those sounds to guide me to the music of life filling the air with inspirations of happiness and love like none have ever felt. A pureness wanting to share with anyone who will listen. Oh, the wind blows and the notes flow across their hearts the way it touches mine.
I have crossed major floods and cleared mountain tops to find that sweet harmony that has brought me right here. Leaving me in a gentleness breeze with constant flowing wonders of which path to venture onto next. Yet it is funny how life will still throw an off tune effect here and there. Sometimes I do drop a tear for the life I had traveled on. The sites I had to endure tied into the joys of occasions that light up my world. Lifetime experiences which line the walls of my heart with rays of songs for each face the memory holds. A strand of blessings connecting the strings to the guitars of my universe. I do hear the drums that beat hard sending sorrow into motion like a hurricane of thoughts but I am soon hearing the sounds of the lights for the times I was blessed with.
In my world and life of music, I find how lost I can get in my own mind. It becomes a walk of different times of my life. I do realize how different this little bit of me is taking in different steps, but I write as I go and in the moment. I see and feel so much through the sound of songs and words to where my heart has learned to take it in and purge it out all at once. It has become a healing vise for me. A way to work through myself. A tool to stay on course, steading and forward because as times in the not so distant past I have failed. I wandered out of my own lines. I took the lead vocals and killed the sound in my own spirit. I broke.
And just like that, the sound was gone. Sending me back onto the path I was supposed to follow. The chorus came on and I heard the familiar sounds I had tucked away for moments where I slip on that slope of destruction, ropes pull tight and the harmonies begin to flow just right once again. The notes of happiness have appeared into my soul as if never left bringing nothing but joys of blessings. There is that smile, that hope, that faith I had long forgotten about. The forgiveness is much deeper when the meaning is found in a note being carried away in the sounds of memories of healing the scars.
Each day and new sound brings me to another level in life. One that is freeing inside and allowing all the inspirational tunes into a view I had never seen quite that way before. Every now and then a whistle will hit the right sound wave and bring a tear to my eye but the daggers don’t cut as deep as they did before. In fact they sometimes bring the noise of a giggle deep down making my soul smile so bright. New sounds are beginning to reach those levels and build mini rays of light, a feeling I have a long time relationship with and time to dance under the stars to the theme of my amazing life.
There’s an addiction to his touch that draws her close to him. Even when it is just his eyes of seduction that calls out to her. She can hold fast as long as his breath does not reach her neck. Something about the heat of him smelling her sends her mind into motion. He knows the exact location to get her body to respond to his. His pure fantasies keep him teasing. It’s like a drug for him. The preparation of his connection plans begins as she walks past with her seductive smell. She knows exactly how to get him crawling. They know as long as space is between them, safety of flirtation is all a joyous game. Curiosity has each of them wondering the moment the weakness of the only kiss will begin the process of proof of love the only way they know how. A kiss so powerful, nothing will stop them. The touch of him grabbing hers, pulling her onto him. Grabbing her face to look deep into her eyes as if to find the connection of love their souls have tucked away. Unlocking the desires from deep down. She slowly presses her lips to his. Her lips so soft, his taste so alluring. Slowly they begin to sink into the only kiss they can wrap themselves into. Slow, deep, long, passionate kisses where the mind and body become one. Two souls read into each others hearts with the eyes. Feeling each other’s emotions with the taste of the others tongues. The only kiss that keeps the two hearts intertwined with seduction of breathing for each other, trying to get as much of each other’s oxygen. As if the breath was the only source of living. Sending messages to other areas of the body, knowing no one else will ever cause such a stir inside. The only kiss to turn each other inside out. The only kiss that has ever left them both breathless and yet floating.
It was a course of life she knew too well. Where loneliness intertwines with her hell. A body she longs for somehow could never be found. Or so she thought. His deep look piercing through just one look, she began to float. She could taste the sweetest desire creating a burning to the core. His words were there holding her grasp with each exhale. Breathing in the emotions of lustful needs filled every little explosions arising inside making her moist. She longed for the touch of his lips upon her breast. Licking each nipple as if they were solely his for the taking. Oh, how her heart pounded upon each taste. A flood of wonders surge in areas she had forgotten so long ago. Awakening every fantasy she ever thought possible. Could it be his fingers trailing inside her that hooked her soul? Possibly it was the way he positioned her exactly where he wanted her and he wanted her right then.
It began inside his mind. The cuteness she came across just for a response. Maybe so but he was leaving the bait. She was very well ready to bite. He played slow, sly or even just damn right a man knowing she is on the hunt. Here’s the worm baby, where’s my nibble. She finally swallowed his sarcastic verbiage down, he has her like Puddy in his hands. He knows the one thing she loves leaving her mind dancing with seduction on the path. He will make her understand. All the wonders of her lips lasted for moments where dreams became a full on work of art. He watches her movements realizing she is for the plaque. He feeds so deep her calls send him in motion where time needs to run and stop at her eyes. He sees her complete satisfaction as she watches for his moment.
A moment in time when emotions role with each tide, a single life is full but for one major connection. Another.
Her heart began to live again with only the word of hello. Thoughts shared as lives wander into a unified direction of trying to find that spade amongst the clubs hers appeared out of the blue. A color to which always guided the crossroads of her being to a standstill but not this time. This time was fierce. A flame with once smoldered as storms raged full but this was ignited by the sweetest venom to ever pierce her soul. Could it truly be a vital sign which once read flat? Sweetness of such gentle words to kiss her thoughts as he showed himself to her. Allowing her life to open up to new ideas of joy coming into light. As waves of hope begin to shimmer, her heart draws her close to all the morsels of emotions he has delivered. Making the need to follow the sparks into the sounds of melted heat, burning the mental notation of his voice. So smooth, soft and yet so tamed with a gentle spirit all twisted together with charm of a grinning southern boy. Dusty pieces have begun to arise in the folds of her heart hidden away for such a man worthy of all of her. To her wondrous surprise, he has been waiting for her just as long. As moments lead to one of many, her mind crawls as close to his for safe keeping. Her world has finally stopped spinning with only his eyes in view, her heart, her soul, her forever holding out his hand. Stepping into the next moment eyes locked together, future of all dreams gathers within his and her hands. Her heart is forever sealed in the tenderness of his. This is where love has always been.