FWF Free Write Friday; Image Prompt
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Oh my God, I am actually standing here. In the doorway on my father’s…
Write a prompt on this photo.
Oh my God, I am actually standing here. In the door way on my father’s arm. He looks at me and brushes a tear from my eye. His eyes are glistening also. He smiles and I reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek whispering, ” I will always love you Daddy.”
The music is playing. Roses adorn the entire room. Perfume scents the air. We take one step then two and we slowly walk down the aisle. People are smiling. Photos are being taken.
I see my Mother. She is weeping. I smile at her and I continue our walk. He leads me into the hands of my one and true love. We look into each others eyes and I can’t help but let a tear fall gently.
The minister speaks but I’m not hearing. I hear my lips saying I Do. My stomach is trembling as he slips the ring on my finger. As we are pronounced man and wife, he gently lifts my virgin veil and kisses me for the first time as his wife.
My legs feel weak. I must not faint, no not now. I place my hand in his and we turn to the guests. I hear clapping. I see crying. I see smiles. I am married. I have dreamed of this for years. I used to dance, as a child, in my mother’s dresses twirling round and round to the music playing on my jewelry box.
I take my gloved hand and wipe my tears. Joy bubbling up and over my heart and soul. We start our walk back down where we came in as separate units. He stops me under the arch and tenderly kisses me. Running his finger over my jaw line I want to melt like chocolate drops right here, but I must control my emotions.
Wedding gifts are opened, Champaign is drank. Food is tasted. We hold each other closely as we partake in the first dance. I am drunk with love. All I can do is stare into his eyes. The man of my dreams.
He seems to sense as he always has that this may be our cue to leave. He goes to the podium and he is thanking everyone for attending. He is letting them know that we will be departing now for our honeymoon.
Everyone is standing. They are clapping and yelling good wishes. Rose petals are thrown on the floor as we make our way to the back door of the church. He helps me get into the front seat of the car. He climbs in and leans over and gives me another kiss. It is more heated. I can feel my body stirring with desire as he starts the engine and we depart.
He pulls into the parking lot. Opening my door he leads me through the entrance. Stepping to the counter he takes the room key in his hand and tucks it in his pocket. He walks to me, kissing me in front of everyone and leads me off to paradise.
Shutting the door and placing the Do Not Disturb sign on the door he loosens his tie. He takes off his tux and jacket. Slipping off his shoes he is undressed down to his trousers. He comes to me and turns me gently around.
Unzipping my dress he gently caresses my shoulders as he drops it slowly to the floor. He turns me so I am facing him. Cupping my face with his hands he kisses me ever so tenderly.
I can not hold myself up any longer. I sit on the bed and he follows. He helps me scoot further up on the bed and lies me down my head resting on the plush pillows. His hand glides down my body, my body reaching up to him. This tender moment will always remain in my memories forever and ever as we became one that evening.
_Picture it & Write/ Ermilia
A princess, a virgin, not only her gift that had been saved for…
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.