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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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That last mile, so many thoughts whirling through his mind. The male within, after many years away from a woman’s touch, her softness, the scintillating fragrance...stirring feelings that had lain dormant for quite some time. Distracting Bill to the point of nearly sideswiping a curbside rose bush....Yellow roses....he knew she would be pleased by these....He could never forget her favorite flower, nor her favorite color, favorite stone....her favorite cookie...How he remembered sharing a single cookie....like two puppies after one bone, though much more tender in their wrestling and feigned anger. How delicate that touching of lips came upon the last crumb. Wiping the chocolate from her lips ever lightly....then ravenously devouring the last taste of chocolate....Perhaps.... They pulled up to the house, a portico covering the drive, no need to park within a garage on this clear night. The gentle glow of a yellow light illuminating the grounds surrounding. Rows of Cedar dotted the landscape.....most having been finely manicured into various shapes.... Edward Scissor hands would have been quite proud. Bill could not take credit for these escapades of grooming.....His thumb rarely turned green, except from a mixture of quill’s ink. The gentleman, a characteristic of his, born of chivalrous thoughts....forcing him to open the door for “M’lady” as he so aptly called her.....This, of course, brought a giggle from her, causing the gleam of her eyes to sparkle even more brightly....Bill could never forget her eyes....never. Modest, slightly embarrassed....he allowed Mary Lou into his humble home. One which had not shared the company of another woman over the years. Lacking something of a feminine touch.....Glancing at Mary Lou, it was obvious that she was noticing this as well, as she ran a fingertip over a coffee table’s edge....checking the smooth grain of finely polished oak....Certainly, not now would she be conducting a more detailed inspection of the internal confines of a poet and writers home.....Historically known to be somewhat disorganized in their ways of collecting things, organizing... The kitchen, spacious with a center bar area was very well designed.....Cooking was a hobby to Bill. He so enjoyed preparing a good meal for the occasional visitor that darkened his door....Often treating the hired help to a sumptuous meal at the end of a hard days work.... A foyer leading to a modest living area, hardwood floors with nicely designed oval rugs. A cozy fireplace tucked into a corner of one end of the room....as a large screen TV occupied much of the space of yet another corner. At the far end, a credenza, computer desk and a rather large book shelf containing reference materials and works of many of the masters.....Bill owned hardback copies of each and every Poe novel written, as well as many of Shakespeare’s works. Keats, Yeats, several anthologies also rested within the coloring of such a wealth of literature.... Beside the computer, a 1930ish manual typewriter....still used to this day....particularly on those days when his muse felt lazy and the nostalgia helped fuel the fires of an imagination which was worth it’s weight in jewels.... Adding a few small logs to the embers, hot and still glowing from an earlier fire which danced the walls in mystical shadows....a lover’s dance. Using a small bellows to gently fan the coals, glowing white within the gasp of air. Soon....very soon, the walls would again dance the dance of two lovers.....Perhaps a short waltz....a delicate walk down a lane of memories....memories remembered well, becoming more vivid within an active mind....as the imagination grew with each pop of a crackling fire.... The shrill cry of a kettle calling Bill back to reality.....Darn, but the thoughts of Mary Lou certainly brought forth the imaginative juices.....or were they? A dash of tea, laced with lemon and cream.....lightly sugared to taste, though he knew she would much prefer a more lightly concocted recipe of a delicate liquid....sipping good! Perhaps a few wedges of cheese, a light wine? Moving too fast, are we? Shrugging his shoulders, Bill opted for the cautious route....Time moved at a slow pace for 20 odd years.....should not the same occur betwixt these two? The fire crackled merrily before her eyes. The efforts of the day draining from her limbs as she sat upon a soft rug, watching the embers dance and float upward into the chimney’s recesses. Bill handed her the tea, steam still swirling above the cup.....Her lips pursing slightly as she cooled the drink prior to a delicate, inaudible sip....Mesmerized by this, Bill sat and watched, he had never felt so content, relaxed.....yet, at the same time, so anxious....anxious for what...He moved onto the floor beside her. Her next move surprising him.... [This message has been edited by Magnus (12-07-2003 03:03 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh my...(gulp) Barry, the edge of my seat is worn...this is a good thing! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
I'll bet it did... More...more...more. TD |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
"Her next move surprising him...." Alrighty....then what, very Barry? |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Come on Barry don't leave us hanging...... What happens? See Ya Bon  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
me wait you write  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Working on 8, yes? Good show! Show well! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
I smile at the completeness of your thoughts~ BEAUTIFUL~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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