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by: Oriah Mountain Dream There are moments when making love a door to something else opens. I am never prepared. There is no preparation for the way it takes me and leaves me. Sometimes it is brought by a movement of tenderness soft lips that brush my forehead and murmer my name as the fire burns through me making my hips rise and my blood moan. Sometimes it is brought by a moment of courage eyes that dare to meet and hold mine as the flood of silky amber honey take us both over the edge. And sometimes it is brought by the sting of what is not and the memory of tenderness and courage that has been. And when that moment catches me and tosses me I am helpless. The words spill unbidden into the night. "I want... I want... I want..." Unfinished they leave me dangling suspended over the chasm of my own bottomless desire. Reaching, aching, grasping for that fleeting something I glimpsed or imagined just beyond. Gone before I could name it. The breath catches a strangled sob tears me opens me and I fall back eyes wide and dazed on damp pillows my face wet with tears. And his eyes stare bewildered and frightened by the fierceness of my longing. 
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