I awoke to the warmth of her rose skin pressed next to mine, her beating heart slow and rhythmic, the sun shining through the open window cast a shadow upon us as though we were one, ah tis good to be in love. As I rose to see what treasures the new dawn brings she spoke, it was as though an angel had whispered my name, calling from a distant land far yet so near, oh, it is good to be alive.

I set down upon her, as I caressed here silky skin I could feel her wanting, the sound of her beating heart was like a tribal drum beating in the distance. I kissed her, her thighs pushed rhythmically against me, the suns warmth shining threw the window, the smell of the ocean in the distance, her calls of pleasure. Our bodies moved to a rhythm set forth long ago, first slow then faster as we reeled in each others splendor she came to life as though she were some wild animal being chased across the forest floor, screeching, touching, caressing, kissing, all the senses alive, we are one.

I awoke this morning alone........ with a yearning to experience the joys of love again some day. It was a rainy day in December when she died, cold, dark and damp like some dungeon from long ago. I cried, the tears fell from my face only to be swept away by that hard cruel rain that fell on that somber day. I curse thee lord, I curse thee for taking my one love, my soul is empty without her, I ask you why, why have you done this to thee......he answer's not.

I have been alone since that day so long ago, I have lost my will to live, I ask god to take my life...but he does not. I tried to end my life by thy hand year's past, I still survive.

I awoke to the warmth of her rose skin pressed next to mine...........