Amber pools reflected in azure twilight across ages of shadows and dark. Forgotten dreams and lost remembrances edge back into now. Thrilling uncertainty caresses their minds and jostles stoic hearts, ripples in a once stagnant sea. They now are prepared to replay, to re-invent time lost.
He creates within her a reason to believe, and she does...she believes that He will be the salve that heals the injured spirit she has carried, hidden from most...opened only unto Him. Her faith in who He is...incorruptible. Her idea of who she is depends completely on how He holds her. She silently pleads He will keep her complete....that He will simply keep her.
In His eyes she sees light, joy, longing....the idea that she could ignite His soul is acknowledged but not fully realized in her mind. She has become defined by His desires, new even to Him. The leather...a tool to coax melodies from her skin, a symphony in her heart. Each lash is velvet lightening by which she is recreated, made more, made whole. Each kiss a force undefined, piercing her mind as well as her will.
Time with Him is immeasurable joy...the whisper of His lips spilling all secrets onto her pale satin skin. His arms enveloping her, she is His prisoner.....no pardons, no release. Time spent with Him is simply wondrous...her small soft hands massaging His powerful shoulders, injecting her soul into His heart. The sounds of His breathing, her perfect lullaby...how easily the heartless, dark things stay huddled far out of thought, and she sleeps unburdened in His arms.
But time escapes so very quickly, racing past...brandishing razors, slicing away at her resolve. How she longs to capture time and pry away the blades...imprison it for her use...disarm it forever. To command time would be her greatest ally, to be allowed infinity at His side...or a stolen, precious, few seconds given just to gaze into His beautiful eyes, feel His warm embrace and hear Him say, "I love you."
The depth of love and devotion she feels for Him both frightens and soothes her...for an absence from Him is torture of the most malevolent kind. The pain rips her soul and splinters sanity, yet she remains lucid...forced to endure separation.
And for the light of her world, the life in her veins....she will endure.
For Him...she will endure all.
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