She Was My Lady

A friend of mine suggested to me last week, that I should try to write a shorter piece every now and then.  He said I would do a lot better holding it to say … 500 words or less … So I tried and I failed.   Here it is. *

Every now and then, I will allow myself to inspect my past, to drag out of the closet some of the old ghosts that taunt me late at night when I cannot sleep.  It is as the poet laureate said, “the best of times and the worst of times.”  I will think about how it was when we were young, and how our life was just beginning, the mistakes I clearly made, and how it would be different, if I were just able to retrieve it and do it over again.  But we both know an ocean of time has run under the bridge, and we cannot do it over again.  We both know … that will not happen.

Closing my eyes I can clearly see your profile, you are such a lovely vision of beauty, swaying in the dim light of the room, you fill my world.  I come close and feel your body pressed up next to mine, with my lips I trace the nap of your neck, and your fragrance excites my senses.  Your scent drives me to the brink of consciousness.  You smell so delicious I am on fire and I desire to consume myself with all that is you.  Hopelessly I know that I am a prisoner of your love and affection.

In my mind I lay close to you in the dark, touching your warm and secret places, the sound of your husky laugh, thrills my soul.  Thru your sheer teddy I can feel your heartbeat, as your nipples press hard into my chest.  Your warmth and rapid breathing set the pace for but yet another loving encounter.  With my finger I trace your tan lines and think of the day we walked barefoot in the sand of Jamaica, and swam in water, bathtub warm and crystal clear.  I think of you, how much we were in love, the fun we had, the things we did together, two kindred spirits walking down life’s path.

Sometimes I can, if I try really hard, dredge up the old memories and yes, they do bring a smile to my tired old face.  In my mind’s eye, I see you swaying softly to the music, and that haunting look, just before you surrender to me, your womanhood and your charms.  I can feel the rush I get when I lay my head in your soft bush and breathe in the aroma that is only you.  I am at peace with the world, I am your protector, your Knight In Shinning Armor, the soldier of your soul.  And then I see you deftly reaching down, and releasing his belt buckle, your hands slowly moving inside his open fly and his hand pushing your head downward and it all just goes away.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.  It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.  All my life, my heart has yearned for that special someone, but now she is nothing more than a memory, on some days I cannot even recall her name.  What we had while we had it was good … but it is now long gone, just another chapter or page in this saga they call my life.  A short course exercise in futility and late night musings.

You win a few … And you lose a few … And some of them mothers, well, they just burn to the ground.


* 630 glorious words (M.O.L.).  Perhaps I will do better next time.

4 thoughts on “She Was My Lady

  1. I don’t know if that was a shorter piece… it sure took a long, delicious bit of time to read!! LOL Your writing is always my favorite, first coffee reading of the day!
    That thing was a real booger to write, I believe it ended up with something like 29 revisions before I put it in the can. It was fun in a strange sort of way and at the same time a challenge.

    Have a good one sis,



  2. I like it, but not sure why you were told to make your posts shorter?!?!?! I haven’t found issue with any at all.
    I have some friends that are clearly not readers (critics but not readers) and they have suggested to me that it might be more productive to write shorter pieces. They in turn are still working on their email skills.

    Thanks for checking in.



  3. Whew – reading that just gave me a hot flash!
    Why thanks! It was a hoot to write and I was wondering what kind of reception or acceptance it might garner … yours is sufficient. Why thanks!



  4. Beautiful!
    Yes? Oh I am sorry, you were talking about the piece. (What can I say, it is early, and I have not had my coffee this morning)

    Seriously, thanks, it has been well received so far, and that is a good thing.



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