"Hey Sweetheart", she said from another room.
He sensed her, knew she was there....somewhere.
He tought, at least he heard her. She hummed in a whisper..."Hey
Sugar," ... there it is again.
Up until now she was a thought. And inquisitive moment now and then that
passed his mind.
Its rained for the better part of 100% today. Its taken a day to make metal
cold... through and through... and even the bones of those working out in
the elements.
He calls this change in weather a contrast and she sees it as a womans
perogative for change.
Afterall, Mother Nature is a woman and she also has the right to allow us
the opportunity to notice her new outfits in the Fall.
A man would whine at so many changes and so many mouths to feed.
A woman would always find a way to feed her babies.
A man would make a comfortable haven for his loved ones while a woman would see that all is fed and put down for the night.
A man would grin for his mate afterwards and the woman would smile from
inside comfortably.
Its our world and it's nature and passion and rain with a soothing and mellow
suggestion for the eveing.
"What would I do?" ... he asked this before her... 'What do you do indoors
with me?" he asked her again.
"Hey honey"...she smiled and he felt it...her eyes spoke silently.
It is the way of he and she. The tease and the underlying tenderness of two
good spirits trying to tingle the other while neither knows the others real
spiritual depth.
Its waiting for time.
"What pleasures you on a rainy cold day?" the words flew around corners and
exercized the empty spaces with warm currents.
"Its more than the thrill of a soft pillow or the warm moistness of the flesh...
its anticipation of an ease that is charmed with silence and the air
that comes alive in a single charge of passion. "He heard her words...
She always tastes them before she spits them out.
Author: Susan K. Rowse
11.19.00
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