December 11, 2015


We’ve left the house for a destination you have been reluctant to speak of. Not out of treachery have you kept silent but for the secret pleasures of the day that will be endowed upon my senses. Your intentions of secrecy are clear when you blind fold me before we begin our journey. I am trusting of you and long for the climax of the experience. I rest comfortably within my seat as we begin, eager to feel the motion of the vehicle beneath me.

As you hurry along I begin to feel anxious. My concept of time is diminished for my sense of sight lay dormant for the moment. I feel you reach for my hand and you tell me you love me. I feel your pulse through my finger tips and it grows faster as my hand lingers together with yours. Your body forever speaks to me and your ever growing pulse assures me our stop is soon. As I have assumed, the car begins to slow and we come to our stop. You gently squeeze my hand and tell me not to take off the blind fold just yet. You exit the vehicle quickly and make your way over to my side. With chivalrous flair you open my door and take my out stretched hand into yours, helping me up and guiding me. You tell me to trust you and we will be going on a little walk.

My senses have begun to attach to the many sounds and smells. I can hear a creek drop from a steady height to seduce the still waters below. Grass strokes at my ankles and a hint of almond flitters through the air. There is an omnipotent presence surrounding us and I long to remain still within it. The air is soft and warm and a slight breeze tugs at my skirt. You tell me it is just a little further.

I sense your legs quit and I stop beside you. You let go of my hand and walk behind me. I can feel your body heat against my back and the fullness of your breasts graze against me. You place your hands on either side of my hips. Speaking in a melodic tune to my ears, your whispers run through me.

“I never wanted for anything more than you. I never wanted for perfection, but perfection is you with me. Loving me without abandon in a world full of conditions.”

I remove my shoes and you walk me forward. I can feel a comforting linen beneath my feet. You remove the blind fold from my eyes. For a moment my eyes remain closed. As I open them the light shines into my light eyes. I understand the secrecy. Our surroundings are a gift, an Eden. Butterflies rise up among the trees in a blanket of the white flowers of the cherry tree. Some of the fruit of the tree bounce upon the ground.

You meet me eye to eye. Your eyes glisten. The tears well in me and fall to the earth. I feel you everywhere inside me and in everything I do. You are the only woman to ever make me cry when you do. You have the most glorious brown eyes. Mystery runs behind them and I get lost in their attraction. You stroke my lower lip with your thumb before you kiss me. You bring me near you and your body lowers me to the ground. You gently remove my top. Your lips and tongue find their way to my breasts. Your hand reaches for my skirt.

With loving arms and strong shoulders you hold me. We both want to hold onto this day as if there is no existence of time. Fruit falls around us. We are naked against each other. The earth is our peace, our love the sanctuary. Your hands follow all the contours of my body. I can feel you move slowly inside me. My body draws you further into me. I quiver against you as the pleasurable tension builds. My ecstasy releases itself with your kiss.

As our eyes dance a sonnet together we have become one among the earth. I must tell you what you are to me. Days can be short and we never know what is to be.

“In all my days, with every breath, never stop making love to me. In all that you do, continue to love and cry without fear. Hold onto truth and embrace life with a heart so full the beats are heard by the angels. There are a million faces in a crowd. My life feared the crowd and my love continued on without a face. Beauty now has a face and the fear no longer exists. My sacrifices for us are never about giving up what I have but giving into us what we do have. I will love you even through death. I love you.”

Time halts, only us, under the black cherry tree our vows are heard.


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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


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