I close my eyes and relax. In my mind, I see a babbling brook. The clear, cold water flows quickly as small fish swim over smooth round stones. The sound is soothing to my turbulent mind and raw spirit.
Cool green grass feels good beneath my bare feet and I curl my toes in the soft blades. Multi-hued flowers bloom profusely at the waters edge, their scent wafting on the warm spring breeze, which flows over my skin and ruffles my hair.
The large Oak behind me towers high, shading the brook from the sun. The gnarled tree is so large; ten men could stand fingertip to fingertip and still barely span its girth. As the leaves rustle in the breeze, the sun filters through dazzling my eyes as it reflects rainbow shimmers off the vigorous brook.
I breath it all in deeply. The sights. The smells. The feelings. The sounds.
I lie down in the soft grass and close my eyes. There is power here. It lulls me as the sound of the water flows through me sending me deeper into a state of peace and relaxation.
A brief touch. A tentative contact. A thought, which is not my own, yet somehow familiar. I am not alarmed but curious and I open my thoughts and expand my mind, reaching out. Again, contact is made…this time longer, searching, probing.
A bond is realized. It has always been there, but I was never consciously aware of its presence. Suddenly, there is a yearning for that which I have never known. The power of this place responds to our need as, here, the Veil between worlds is thin.
I open my eyes as a rift is made in the Veil.
He is here. My soul mate…my Sidhe lover.
His lithe warrior body shines in glory. His long, dark hair moves freely in the warm breeze as gray eyes shimmer slightly in the darkening twilight. Within those eyes, centuries of knowledge blaze along with a promise of passion.
Then there is silence as the babbling of the brook and the whisper of the leaves fades. No words are spoken. What need is there for words? We've known each other for millennia.
Without seeming to move, he is next to me on the grass, his warm body close yet I shiver in anticipation. Slowly, reverently, he removes my clothes seeking to probe the depths of my body as well as my mind.
His touch is like fire, sending tingling sensations through my skin. My body responds instinctually, on a basic level, and I touch him…exploring, discovering, wanting. The smooth feel of his well-toned body beneath my fingers is somehow familiar yet foreign at the same time. A mass of conflicting thoughts and feelings adds to the excitement building inside.
Lips hot and wet upon mine…his tongue explores my mouth as his fingers explore a much more exciting place. Delving the depths of my womanhood, his experienced fingers stroke and entice me to writhing ecstasy bringing forth soft moans from my throat. He plays my body as a Master Bard plays his Lyre.