Is it you? Are you the One? (standard:Flash, 212 words)
Author: Cyrano	Added: Aug 15 2007	Views/Reads: 3561/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A few minutes with Lori's project.

It's like I can smell the scent of you through my words, hear the
chatter of your voice between the keys I tap, see the curves, touch the 
hills, the gullies and the turns of your body, yet you remain a figment 
of my imagination. I can taste your salt, feel the warmth against your 
breasts, continue to be encouraged to explore more than your sex. You 
have wit, warmth, and laughter clear as the first morning light. 

You won't appear of course, you won't be heard, you are gone and only in
my imagination do you exist; wild, sexy, intelligent and adventurous 
after motherhood. Not for my satisfaction the lithe body, or the wealth 
of an heiress, no. You've fed, wiped, tended, washed, ironed, shopped 
till you dropped and still didn't get everything you needed. You dream 
of a knight, never considering you're the princess he would slay for. 
You muse with the romance, never considering you're the end to one 
man's search for reality. 

God knows I created you, made love to you, lost you a thousand times in
a thousand paragraphs. Set you sailing, gave you a dying breath, and 
then lost you among the obscurity of adjectives. 

What shall I call you....ah, but who doesn't love their muse? 


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