| Therapy Her ambiguous quest led her to want yet fear the search for a relationship. She met the prince and her fears vanished for a time yet she still had reserves and it challenged her temptations. Soon the fires lept from her breast and heated passion insued. Like a cancer the fear devoured her. Like the white germ fighting cells the desire raged. One hot night her shield crumbled and she found herself looking at the moonlight filtering through the window then a shadow emerged blocking the moon beams. Her heart pounded as her chest heaved in trembling anticipation. She felt the warmth as his body touched her flesh. His lips gently slid over her stopping here and there to press a moist kiss. His hands soothed her trembling body and quieted the fear within her subconscious mind. Her nipples erect and hard under his kiss. Her breast firm in his grasp. His lips found hers after soft whispers filled her ear and his nuzzles sent shivers on her soft damp neck. Her waiting lips trembled only seconds then like an animal her limbs trapped him and crushed him to her wet form as perspiration ran soaking the linen sheet. His erection was forced in by her deep pressed fingers on his tight cheeks as she opened herself to him. This was her chemo. This was the end to her fear. This was her salvation. This was her love forever. This was his desire. This was the longest night in her life as their eyes closed to the waning night and his hand held her close against his body. Her back pressed to him comfortably like two spoons in a velvet case sparkling from a fine polished finish. His leg draped over hers and his hand cupped her beating breast. Silence now let them hear the fires within ebb and cool. She stared into the darkness as her soft fingers found the hooded serpent between her legs. Her eyes closed resting her hand and a smile appeared touched by the sunrise as soft light filtered in. The sandman�s empty bag lay atop scattered garments on the floor The Masked Writer � 2003 T Lovett |