Their Love

PREFACE

The following setting and environment is purely fantasy from the imagination. The feelings and emotions of what follows is most certainly not. It is based on real experience, really felt, in reality. It is the humble opinion of this author that what follows is an attempt to capture what is largely missing from the world today and longed for by so many. If these words speak to the place in your heart that exists far above all else, please do not lose hope. If these things can happen to me even for a moment, believe me, they can happen for you. Real love is not fantasy. It is real. And so are you. - Silence Duegood

HER LOVE

The mid afternoon sun is powerful as it carves its way through the swaying pines. The melodic symphony of cicadas play the theme for this brand of dry deep summer heat that brings her back to those childhood feelings of relaxed ease. As her hands skillfully work through the soil of her sprawling garden weeding out all that doesn't belong, she feels as though her very soul is being pruned of stress and worry. The smell of earth and raw life permeates her very being. The moist soil feels almost sensual between her fingers and under her nails. She feels as beautiful as she ever has in that space of perfect harmony with nature. As she pauses to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist she sees the truck coming up the long winding drive to their secluded home. Her heart begins to pound with excitement as though she was sixteen again. She has a brief moment of clarity and a chuckle that she still feels this way after so many years. He has come home early from work 1000 times before on days just like this but it feels like the first time. Hearing the door to the truck thud shut she turns back to her garden and continues to weed, playing coy as she likes to do. Her heart begins to speed up and she takes a deep breath in a fleeting attempt to stay calm. Upon completing this cleansing exhale she hears the first of his footsteps as his well-used heavy work boots crunch through the dry grass. She takes a brief glance back over her right shoulder and through the wisps of hair that have strayed from her loose ponytail she sees his silhouette. The love of her life and the most man she has ever met. Everything about him was man. How his worn red flannel shirt hangs from his strong shoulders. How his broken-in jeans hug his firm hips and legs. If all she ever gets of him is that brief look that would be enough.

As his last footstep settles in behind her there is a silent pause from both of them that seems to last an unbearable age. She is warm and flushed and tingling all over as she slowly stands up from her work. With her back to him she gently places her long ponytail behind her. She can feel the magnetic heat from his presence as he puts his strong and rugged yet gentle hands on her waist. He slowly presses his body into hers as he kisses her neck. She is overwhelmed with the security and safety and strength and presence of this masculinity that is hers forever. She can feel her nipples tightening and the gentle tingle of swelling in her vagina. She raises her arms up to grab his strong neck as his hands work up and down her flanks. She cranes her neck back for a kiss and it is as electric as their first. She can feel his thick penis swelling as he presses in against her while they softly kiss. She can't take it anymore and turns to face him as they embrace in a kiss that seems to last forever. Time stops. Life stops. As she pulls away from the kiss their eyes meet. "Where have you been?" she said. "I've been right here with you. For eternity." He replies. They gaze into each other's eyes as they both melt into a deeper love than can even be described. She knows those deep green eyes have looked in the eyes of others this way before her. She knows they have even said I love you to others before her. But none of that matters because she knows those eyes were created for her. And he knows the same. All of this is said without speaking in every second of their gaze. There is no sun, no pines, no cicadas, no heat, it is only the two of them.