Touch Me


castle 3Touch Me

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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water and weedsHe was walking and thinking

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

The Dance


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…

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The Dance


Staring in to her eyes                                                                               victorian_couple_dancing

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

_Picture it & Write/ Ermilia


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ladywhiteA 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.