Words nothing but words
Once upon a dream.
by Blair Stuart on Friday, July 9, 2010 at 9:21pm
Once upon a dream, my love,
we were Lovers whose souls entwined and danced in the now.
We cared not for the tomorrows
We loved and danced in the sunlight of the day, giving no thought to the future.
For ours was the love of Soulmates, it was deemed to stand the test of time!
Aaah, little did we know!
For our love was all to soon to be shattered, much as the storm lays waste to the garden, our souls driven far apart, never to find there way back again.
If only we had known!
So my Love, if in the twilight of my memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again of a love that was meant to last forever.
Together, you and I will sing to each others souls, and I will listen as you sing to me a deeper song of things that may have been.
If, my beloved, our hands should touch in another dream, we shall yet again build another Castle in the sky!
These things, my love, we will do.
If only in my Dreams of you!
Once upon a dream, my love,
we were Lovers whose souls entwined and danced in the now.
We cared not for the tomorrows
We loved and danced in the sunlight of the day, giving no thought to the future.
For ours was the love of Soulmates, it was deemed to stand the test of time!
Aaah, little did we know!
For our love was all to soon to be shattered, much as the storm lays waste to the garden, our souls driven far apart, never to find there way back again.
If only we had known!
So my Love, if in the twilight of my memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again of a love that was meant to last forever.
Together, you and I will sing to each others souls, and I will listen as you sing to me a deeper song of things that may have been.
If, my beloved, our hands should touch in another dream, we shall yet again build another Castle in the sky!
These things, my love, we will do.
If only in my Dreams of you!
Alone, she stood,
by Blair Stuart on Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 7:59am
Alone she stood, waiting for his return.
She had no memory of time gone by..........she longed only for the feel of his hand, as it moved ever so sensuously over her frame, following the sculptured lines of her curves.
She craved for his touch, the simple flick of his fingers, when he would turn her on again. That sought after moment, when her desires and needs were met
She ached for him to bring life back to her body, the unleashing of the power within her. A power that once released would set her heart racing.
She had never understood how the gentle touch of his hand could ignite her very soul with the most intensely powerful urges. Yet he always seemed to sense her deepest needs, as he lovingly coaxed her to a new level of pleasure.
She knew all too well his style, knew that he would tease her by holding her at her peak, before releasing her, bringing her back down and quieting her soul.
She could feel her very frame tremble in anticipation, as she awaited the sound of his fingers flexing in his gloves. Experience told her that he would pull her into an upright position, prior to mounting her.
He would then hold her in that position, flexing the fingers of his right hand, tightening his grip and taking her back to the point where she would again roar with an all consuming passion, inflaming within her a fire that would burst forth from the very heart of her body.
She hungered for that instant in time when he would once again make her soul soar with the unadulterated power that he and he alone, could release in her.
There had been others before her, there were younger ones who tempted him even now. He would always come back to her though, for she was his special one the one he called his "Keeper".
He had left her before but this was different, she was frightened, cold and alone.
She did not understand why he had left her here.
Did not understand why he had stopped to look back at her, emphatically calling out her name before turning slowly away disappearing into the White light.
In the silence of his going she waited, yearning for his touch, the sound of his leathers creaking as he moved softly to her side.
She felt a degree of tension course through her body, in anticipation of feeling him run his hands along her frame, stroking, touching, gently caressing her body prior to mounting her and taking her to places she had never been before.
She had wanted to call out to him...but could not.
No she did not understand why her rider had gone.
She had no memory of time gone by..........she longed only for the feel of his hand, as it moved ever so sensuously over her frame, following the sculptured lines of her curves.
She craved for his touch, the simple flick of his fingers, when he would turn her on again. That sought after moment, when her desires and needs were met
She ached for him to bring life back to her body, the unleashing of the power within her. A power that once released would set her heart racing.
She had never understood how the gentle touch of his hand could ignite her very soul with the most intensely powerful urges. Yet he always seemed to sense her deepest needs, as he lovingly coaxed her to a new level of pleasure.
She knew all too well his style, knew that he would tease her by holding her at her peak, before releasing her, bringing her back down and quieting her soul.
She could feel her very frame tremble in anticipation, as she awaited the sound of his fingers flexing in his gloves. Experience told her that he would pull her into an upright position, prior to mounting her.
He would then hold her in that position, flexing the fingers of his right hand, tightening his grip and taking her back to the point where she would again roar with an all consuming passion, inflaming within her a fire that would burst forth from the very heart of her body.
She hungered for that instant in time when he would once again make her soul soar with the unadulterated power that he and he alone, could release in her.
There had been others before her, there were younger ones who tempted him even now. He would always come back to her though, for she was his special one the one he called his "Keeper".
He had left her before but this was different, she was frightened, cold and alone.
She did not understand why he had left her here.
Did not understand why he had stopped to look back at her, emphatically calling out her name before turning slowly away disappearing into the White light.
In the silence of his going she waited, yearning for his touch, the sound of his leathers creaking as he moved softly to her side.
She felt a degree of tension course through her body, in anticipation of feeling him run his hands along her frame, stroking, touching, gently caressing her body prior to mounting her and taking her to places she had never been before.
She had wanted to call out to him...but could not.
No she did not understand why her rider had gone.
Without Her by Blair Stuart on Thursday, February 3, 2011 at 7:23am
He stood there, eyes closed. The only sound to be heard was of him breathing deeply of her fragrance, a fragrance which still lingered in the air.
As his breathing quietened he slowly opened his eyes and cast his gaze upon her. Her classic beauty never ceased to stir the fire in his blood, and he felt the familiar urges course through his veins as he yet again admired her graceful lines; the voluptuous body that he knew so intimately.
Even though they had mellowed together over the years, his need for her was as strong now as it had been in the beginning.
With the memory of her scent still teasingly lingering in the corners of his mind he reached out to touch, for the very last time, her now cold form.
Closing his eyes, he gently moved his hands, running them over her rounded smoothness, reveling in the feelings as his fingers traced the graceful lines of her form.
His breathing slowed as he rested his hands on the fullness of her curves, before allowing them to descend to the hollows where he would again pause allowing time for the memory of his touch to be forever set, deep within the recesses of his mind.
These memories he would take with him, for he would never again possess her...
Was just a moment in time, even as it seemed to him an eternity, as he gently caressed her, allowing the smoothness of her body to flow beneath his fingers, a body that he had loved so well.
He heard again the whisperings, the soft voices calling him, encouraging him to leave her. Slowly he withdrew his hands from her, satisfied her every curve, her very essence was etched forever into his memory.
With a sad smile brushing across his lips, he straightened before reluctantly turning away from her side, striding forward with a steady gait towards the ever beckoning light.
The time had come to take the walk.
As the light beckoned him, he heard again the voices as they whispered his name, calling him on. Voices so familiar and loving, friends, family, loved ones, who had taken this journey, who had gone before…
Yet he was not ready to let her go. Trembling, he stopped, hesitating before turning to take one last look at her, sighing as his eyes rested on her familiar form, taking in her sculptured lines, remembering how with the simple turn of his fingers she would come to life.
He called out her name, beseeching her to acknowledge his love, yet knowing full well that she could not reply.
There was no going back. He must walk forward.
With a heavy heart he turned away, hearing once again the voices calling him, ever forward towards the light
He could delay no longer. This was his journey. He must walk forward
Alone.
She could not come. This, his greatest journey, and She could not come
He knew all too well that she would never understand how he could have left her.
Why his love had deserted her.
Why She was alone and cold.
She was destined to wait forever more, longing for his return.
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At the end of his last long ride.
by Blair Stuart on Wednesday, December 22, 2010 at 7:38am
At the end of his last long ride, he cast his eyes over her graceful lines and reached out to touch for the very last time, her now cold frame.
He stood there alongside her for what seemed an eternity, but twas just a moment in time. Slowly withdrawing his hand from her body, a body he knew so well, every shape, every curve etched forever into his memory.
For the time had come to take the walk!
With a sad smile upon his lips, he reluctantly turned away from her and strode, with a steady gait, towards the ever beckoning light.
For the time had come to take the walk!
As the light beckoned him forward, he could hear the voices of those gone before, calling him, whispering his name........he stopped and turned to take one last look at her. Once more admiring her lines, the smoothness of her curves, the sheer power in her frame.
He called out her name, knowing full well that she could not reply,as he tore his eyes from her for there was no going back.
For the time had come to take the walk!
With a heavy heart he turned, hearing once again the voices calling him forward, ever forward towards the light!
This was one journey that he would have to do alone, for his time had come and he could delay no longer.
At the end of his last long ride, he cast his eyes over her graceful lines and reached out to touch for the very last time, her now cold frame.
He stood there alongside her for what seemed an eternity, but twas just a moment in time. Slowly withdrawing his hand from her body, a body he knew so well, every shape, every curve etched forever into his memory.
For the time had come to take the walk!
With a sad smile upon his lips, he reluctantly turned away from her and strode, with a steady gait, towards the ever beckoning light.
For the time had come to take the walk!
As the light beckoned him forward, he could hear the voices of those gone before, calling him, whispering his name........he stopped and turned to take one last look at her. Once more admiring her lines, the smoothness of her curves, the sheer power in her frame.
He called out her name, knowing full well that she could not reply,as he tore his eyes from her for there was no going back.
For the time had come to take the walk!
With a heavy heart he turned, hearing once again the voices calling him forward, ever forward towards the light!
This was one journey that he would have to do alone, for his time had come and he could delay no longer.
Ghost Rider.
by Blair Stuart on Thursday, December 23, 2010 at 8:19pm
Even as he knew that his time had come, his love for her still beat strongly within his chest........ for he had given her his Heart, his Soul.
Even as he knew that his love for her would curse him to ride forever the storms of this twilight world twix life and death.
Even as he knew that he would never know peace, never be free to join those who had gone before.
Forever to be tormented by the voices calling out his name in whispered tones.
Even as he knew that he would for eternty search this world for his lost soul....a Ghost Rider, doomed to forever ride the skies, never to be freed from his earthly ties.
Even as he knew that he had given his Heart and Soul to one who was a vagrant solitare....herself one of the lost ones.
Even as he felt the emptiness grow within him, he could no more stop loving her than he could alter his destiny.
Forever cursed, one of the Lost Riders trapped twix life and death.
Even as he knew that his time had come, his love for her still beat strongly within his chest........ for he had given her his Heart, his Soul.
Even as he knew that his love for her would curse him to ride forever the storms of this twilight world twix life and death.
Even as he knew that he would never know peace, never be free to join those who had gone before.
Forever to be tormented by the voices calling out his name in whispered tones.
Even as he knew that he would for eternty search this world for his lost soul....a Ghost Rider, doomed to forever ride the skies, never to be freed from his earthly ties.
Even as he knew that he had given his Heart and Soul to one who was a vagrant solitare....herself one of the lost ones.
Even as he felt the emptiness grow within him, he could no more stop loving her than he could alter his destiny.
Forever cursed, one of the Lost Riders trapped twix life and death.
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