Sitting alone, lounging in the welcome coolness of a summer breeze. It spreads slowly about the room as the sun releases her hot, humid hold on the day. I am reminded of you and I.
.... the hustle of day-life drinks of us, leaving little but drying husks; imagination and zest blanketed somewhere deep under an almost overwhelming aura of business and brain. Another day comes to a close, we retreat to our sanctuaries of self.
... as I type my login, the dreary, damp blanket is pulled away revealing a faint glint of light (or life?) deep within. It shimmers and begins to burn brighter as I wait long moments, watching as other beings pass, pause and begin to speak to each other in the night. Fingers, bodies and minds seeking the seduction of a private partner... the familiar flutter as another soul shares secret sensations... the long awaited shudder as imaginations meld... fingers dancing on keyboards and on flesh as words and thoughts flare in their minds.
... a voice carries across the system.. one voice from among a myriad of websouls... touches my senses. And you are there, in my mind. Your being surrounds me, seduces me, envelopes and strokes me, cradles me. My voice growls back, flows over you, overcomes you, suckles you and slides within you, penetrates you.
