The hour of dusk has arrived at last. The sun’s last golden rays spills silently into the shadowy realm of inky darkness. A cool October breeze fills the bedroom, blowing open the heavy burgundy drapes, moving shadow and light .The smell of the first fires of autumn clings to the breeze, like a cold reminder of all that is coming to an end.
I stand bathed in candlelight watching the silhouette as it dances across the room. I let out a gentle sigh. Reluctantly I pull my self away from the big picture window and the scenes of summer last little death. I slowly walk over to the bottle of red wine, that I have chilled beside my bed and I pour another glass. The growing anticipation wields up and spilling over my skin, like a lover’s warm caress.
My mind is hopeless adrift in thoughts of him, my dark lover. The man I know only in dreams and shadow. A cool breeze washes over the room, and the lights blow out. And I shiver as I stand in near darkness. Only a single candle is left burning.
I smiles grows on my lips, as a pale hand reaches out to touch my shoulder. It is my love, my obsession, my Kyle. I only catch a glimpse, of his lovely emerald eyes, and soft ivory skin. But I know it is he. No one can touch me so tenderly and make my heart ache with such desire.
