Touch Me
Touch Me
I wake up from a dreamy sleep
I look in your direction
Touching a lock of tasselled hair
S…
Touch Me
Touch Me
I wake up from a dreamy sleep
I look in your direction
Touching a lock of tasselled hair
S…
I wake up from a dreamy sleep
I look in your direction
Touching a lock of tasselled hair
Stirs you gently and you look at me
Feelings run through my veins
And you sense it too
You touch my shoulder
You caress my cheek
My lips beg for you
You answer me
In only the way you know how
I smile as you look into my eyes
I love you
Take me now
Touch me this morning
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
10/21/2013
Photo Fiction; Sept. 22,2013
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He was…
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She was standing nude under the falls
He stood still as he saw her before him
She caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye
He stood mesmerized afraid of being found
She let her hands follow the droplets
He was able to move one foot than the other
She curved her lips in a smile
He knelt in tall grasses
She moved into the shadows
He laid on his stomach
She stood behind him
He sensed something near
She said hello
He sat up in awe
She knelt down beside him
He touched her hair
She bent in for a kiss
Water forming music
Blades of grass became a throw
It was one magical moment
That the world stood still
As two lovers met.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
09/22/2013
Staring in to her eyes
His body became hers
Putty to use as she saw fit
Lips to touch
Nibbles on ears
The man in him
Became firm
Wanting to please
In any way he could
As he twirled her
Around the dance floor
He dreamed about
The moment tonight when
They…
His body became hers
Putty to use as she saw fit
Lips to touch
Nibbles on ears
The man in him
Became firm
Wanting to please
In any way he could
As he twirled her
Around the dance floor
He dreamed about
The moment tonight when
They were alone.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
09/12/2013
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A princess, a virgin, not only her gift that had been saved for…
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A princess, a virgin, not only her gift that had been saved for the right person, but the heart had been left untouched. Pain had never entered and torn the seams of her heart.
Tears never beimg shed. Skin white as snow. Brought up by loving parents who bought the daughter every thing a heart could desire.
But love can not be bought. Love can not be earned. Only love can be given.
Shared between one soul and another. Secrets tucked deeply within, spoken through eyes and touch.
Warmth from a hand touching hand. Fingers entwined. Feet touching feet. Knees brushing softly against another.
Yes, this is what the child craved and yearned for her entire life. She was brought up in the finest schools. She wore the most expensive linens, shipped in from afar. Gold draped from the tiny dip in her neck. Light catching reflections from ear lobes.
Yet love had never been bought. The once pure heart was now open at one edge, letting feelings with no name pierce her like a needle being pricked on the finger. A chill wiggled freely down the spine, when eyes would take in internal photos of others holding hands, stealing kisses.
Desires rose inside the body. Heat came to the surface causing blushing cheeks and a feeling of becoming faint. She wanted what she did not recognize. Her body letting her know there was more to experience that she had not yet tasted.
Graduated from school, a black limo coming to a halt in front of the magnificent cherry wood doors. The door opened and once inside the grand hall coldness set in as she looked at the walls and ceilings screaming riches.
Climbing the spiral staircase, walking familiar steps, opening the once too familiar door, she sat at the lace draped window staring out over the hills of green. Looking down over the blue water, watching the caretaker tending the pools, her loins stirred as she took in the silken skin. Watching him take his red handkerchief out of the back pocket she could not help but notice the snug fit of the legs trapped behind the rough material. Molded of muscle running down to feet now bare to the earth, browned from the sun.
The mind could only wonder what lay beneath. Grabbing her hand fan she moved it in front of her face, wishing the beads of sweat a way. Fingers touching lips, she got up and changed her clothes.
Walking down towards the pool, taking a seat on the lounge chair directly across from where he worked. He looked up and marveled at the beauty he saw. Feet cemented she didn’t want to leave. He tipped his hat as his job was done and it was time to move on to his next task.
Each day eyes searched the grounds in hope of seeing and feeling the tingle that was buried deep inside her. Each time they met, conversation became longer, smiles were exchanged, arms brushing arms.
One day she did not see him. Going to bed aching not knowing how to soothe the inner turmoil, she slipped her house coat and slippers on. She quietly closed her door behind her and made her way to the pool.
Dropping her covering she slid into the water, letting the coolness enter and take a way the heat. In a short time she was no longer alone. Hands reaching around her waist, reaching up and cupping a breast, the familiar heat rose once again. Passion came pouring out through her eyes and her lips. Fingers exploring, slipping under the bubbles the heat she once did not understand was put out by a flame that no amount of money could ever have purchased.
She now understood as she lay in her bed, unclothed, blankets tossed aside, she touched her lips and outlined the smile. She touched the once virgin area and her desires surfaced once again. She closed her eyes and dreamed of this meeting again, maybe the next night.
The Ruined Summer
” I can’t believe you just said that to me. Go a way. Leave me alone. I never want to see you…