Hearth of My Heart
I
have this place, this place I know. It
is a place you cannot go. My place, this
place, is all my own. Home of my heart,
where inspirations grow.
Beneath the canopy of an ancient
pine, I flashback to that special place in time. Woodsy notes dancing within the innocent
clouds of brisk linen. Simple splashes
of paradise flow over my palate. The
scent entrances my mind, instantly my breathing slows.
Low steady strumming like that of a
train, not of annoyance, but tranquility and relaxation. Composed stability subdues my every muscle, consciousness surrenders my every thought.
A pleasing tender touch delicately
graces my skin. I feel warmth emanating
from within, not of skin but a low smoldering fire deeply intensifying. It brings chills that trickle down my spine
and amuse my toes.
I close my eyes to discover the full
appreciation of what my other senses have gathered. Serenity with an intensity entirely
unrivaled. I gradually open my eyes and
witness time stand still, just for that moment, forever rooted in my
memory.
Caramel flecks encompassed by a
warm, peppery brandy. Heartache and woe
from the world dissipate. I release my
gathered afflictions from the day.
When I set out to share my most intimate
moments, I was unsure of the form it would adopt. I have been graced with countless wonders
throughout my life. I cherish the
security, love, and faithfulness I receive in every one. Encompassed in the arms of my beloved is the Hearth of my Heart. This year we celebrate sixteen years of
happiness and fulfillment together. I
accept that everyone has that unique compatibility, hope, in another soul that
completes their own.
Beautifully written! I like your word choice and the details you wrote to really capture an intimate moment.
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