It’s a quiet Saturday here. The rain is beating against the glass of the windows and the wind is gusting by blowing what little blooms there were on the plants and trees outside. Even with the blinds open there’s no light billowing into the rooms of this place I call home. My den is dark, peaceful, tranquil, serene almost havenish and the sounds outside could lull anyone to daydream. It would be exceptionally pleasureable to enjoy these moments of solitude with someone special, someone warm and loving, someone devoted and tender. To be incased in the arms of an illustrative doting lover would bring sweltering emotions certain to entice flushed skin and rapid heartbeats.
Smiles abound at that thought…….
and then wither away because I am alone here.
Alone in my abode, alone in my thoughts, alone in ……..
well, just alone.
Don’t be sorry or sad. It’s just the way of my world – for now – and I’m alright. You see, while I am physically unaccompanied, I am certain that mentally and emotionally I am wealthy beyond compare. Someone, somewhere in this old world of ours
loves me,
cares for me,
wants me,
needs me,
yearns for me,
cries for me,
dreams of me,
hungers for me,
lusts for me,
craves me,
thirsts for me.
He’s simmering, smoldering and waiting for me…
and someday we’ll meet.
I’ll be content for now, knowing that what waits for me on the horizon of my life will more than satisfy the dark, quiet days of solitude. You see, patience, my pet, is what makes the fulfilled desire so much sweeter, so much more rewarding and I’m at peace with the knowledge that something and someone grand awaits me.