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Monday, 12 September 2011

He ran his finger down my spine

I lost internet, but finally have it back...so back to the summer holiday.

I waited there, kneeling by the bed, my ears straining to hear the slightest sound floating up from down the stairs. I could hear the birds singing outside, and I noticed the passing of time. I don't wear a watch, I never have, and am usually a pretty good judge of the passing of time....but there are certain situations where it seems to warp, to change. And kneeling waiting is one of them.
I realised I had been there a while, when I noticed that the puddle of sunshine on the floor had moved considerably, and I wondered how long I had been there. I cannot tell you what I had been thinking, because I don't know, but suddenly I was aware of someone in the house.

I could not hear anything specific, but I just knew someone was inside. For a moment, panic filled me. What if it was a burglar, or worse an axe murderer, and he would come up the stairs and find me. I could not hear the stairs creak...but i just knew. I shut my eyes and waited some more, trying to clam my breathing.

I heard a gentle sigh and felt the air in the room move around me, and then I smelt him, not aftershave....him....I didnt want to break the spell...I kept my eyes closed.............................


Very................ very................. very slowly............... he ran a finger down my spine...almost not touching.........I shivered in anticipation..............then his hands went under my arms and he pulled me gently to my feet.....My eyes still closed I stood before him and he picked me up, and carefully lay down on the bed with me.

I could feel the softness of his suit under my fingers, the crispness of his shirt, and it crossed my mind..."who ironed it?", I think I must have smiled because he laughed gently, and wrapping his arms around me , he pulled me closer and closer until there was not one bit of my body not touching him..................and six months of missing him began to fall away.

 Tears seeped from my eyes, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until my cheeks was wet and I heard sobbing and realised it was me, and not once did he loosen his grip on me. I clung to him like a raft in an ink black sea, and slowly the blackness faded, the pain of separation, the physical and emotional longing for him began to dissipate and I bizarrely fell asleep.

7 comments:

  1. So sweet, HS. Beautiful.

    I'm glad you got internet back!!

    aisha

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  2. That is so sweet and beautiful :)

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  3. How lovely...pure bliss...sear it in your memory!
    abby

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  4. aisha...it was very sweet and I did miss my internet.
    Mindset......yes:)
    SBF...it was beautiful
    abby...its fixed in there for the good days and the bad
    His_C........ there was lots of sighing
    lil.........it was
    Thank you all for your lovely comments
    HSxx

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