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A Walk in the Garden
© 2000
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Can We Love Each Other?
Come, journey with me into my dreams. Take my hand and walk with me into lands where you have never been. |
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"And just what would those ideas be M'Lord," asks M'Lady. Why M'Lady, you know I can share those ideas only in private. There may be to many prying eyes. We can take a leisurely walk in the garden on a moon lit night with a cool breeze blowing and explore all sorts of ideas. I do think we need to explore the garden, have some fresh air and a few minutes to ourselves. The Lady thinks The Lord is trying to woo her into a garden lit ever so dimly by the moonlight. The Lady thinks The Lord would like to gently guide The Lady into his secret world of passion. To gaze upon the The Lady's bustled bottom. Ahhh, the Lady thinks and guesses correctly. Now to select the proper moment with just the correct atmosphere. Quietly strolling through a moonlit garden with fragrances of delicate flowers and the soft cooing of nesting doves would be an ideal setting. The Lady, strolling beside the handsome Lord, gazing at the path he leads her, lifting her green eyes ever so slightly to perhaps catch a glimpse of this Lord who dared to take her where she had never dared to dream to go. Stopping along the path, the Lady listens to the doves speak their language of love to one another, gently lifting a flower in sleep to allow the scent of the late night fill her senses. As she bends to admire the other blossoms, she feels someone come up behind her...gently, lovingly, sensuously...her heart begins to race, she can't stand, she can't move, she can't breathe..... The Lord carefully watches as the Lady strolls and smiles ever so softly. He falls back slightly as the lady stops to lovingly caress a flower. Walking up softly and quietly he admires the fine shape presented. Thinking quickly with the thought that the exposure was deliberate the Lord quickly checks his first impulse and softly clears his throat as he quickly shifts his gaze to the nesting doves. Flushed from his recent thoughts he asks the Lady, "Do you enjoy the sound of the doves?" Keeping his eyes averted he feels the heat rise to his face, embarrassed by the cracking of his voice in the question. "Oh, my Lord", the Lady breathlessly speaks, "Yes the doves speak a language unto themselves, yet the feeling is being conveyed". The Lady slowly stands remaining with her back to the Lord so as not to see the perspiration caused by the moment, slowly trickle between the bosom. As she reaches to adjust her gown, she quickly glimpses over her shoulder to see the handsome Lord gazing upon the doves. She notices a slight glistening on his brow. "Does he feel as I", she thinks to herself, "Could he feel as I"? Swallowing hard to clear his throat the Lord does not dare speak immediately for he knows the Lady would surely know his state. Turning slowly his gaze shifts from the doves to the Lady. Her gown of pink flows into the soft curve of the nape of her neck. With her hair piled up the grace of her countenance is breathtaking. Daring to speak once again the Lord asks, "Yes the doves do have a special language. And I think they have spoken to both of us. Would you care to stroll further into the garden?" Gazing up at him, the Lady accepts The Lords invitation to continue the late night stroll. No words need to be spoken for his eyes speak to her heart. The Lady wonders if the Lord can hear her heart beating as the song of the doves fade into the stillness of the night. She dares not to speak, for she knows the anticipation of what may lie ahead will be heard in her voice. As she walks beside him, she sees his silhouette against the reflection of the moon, "How handsome he is", she thinks to herself, "Is he aware of his grace, his gentleness"? "Dare I brush up against him as we walk"? "What would I feel against my skin"? "Dare I do this"? The Lord offers his arm to the Lady to guide her through the moon lit garden. As her hand lays gently on his arm he can feel the heat of her seeping though his jacket. Surprise suddenly leaps into his thoughts. He glances over to the Lady and his eyes rest ever so briefly upon her exposed bosom. The crests of her breast rise with each breath. He drinks in her beauty and grace, feeling overwhelmed by her presence. "Dare I express my feelings to the Lady", he thinks to himself. Further thoughts flood into his consciousness, stirring feelings quite unbecoming of a gentleman alone in a garden with such a beautiful Lady. Privately he lets the fantasy run free. As The Lord guides the Lady through the garden, her hand laying gently on his arm, an arm hot as an iron coming out of the fire and as strong as a freshly made sword, she realizes she has found her Knight in Shining Armor. She can sense something is about to change in her life. As he glances over to her, her eyes catch his, she is able to peer into the window of his soul. Her breathing becomes shallow and shortened. She feels a glow begin to rise from her bosom, up her supple neck to her cheeks, crimson red with passion. She is no longer able to turn from him, she is mesmerized by his manliness, his broad chest, a chest that begins to rise and fall as quickly as hers. The Lady stops, steps in front of the Lord, her white gloved hand never leaving his arm, she begins to let her eyes travel down his body... As the Lady stops and steps in front of the Lord he gazes directly into her eyes seeing her slowly looking down his full length. The Lord reaches out and touches the Lady, slowly caressing her cheek, starting at her temple and drawing a line across her cheek to the corner of her mouth. Then lightly brushing her lips, feeling their fullness and the wonder of their softness. A soft and animal like sound growls quietly in his throat. The Lady has changed the walk into a dream. Moonlight dances across her face, or is it something else? Perhaps the flush of things to come. The Lord takes a deep breath and inhales the aroma of the Lady. Light, fragrant, clean and crisp, yet a hint of passion and temptation abounds. Something has changed, romance is in the air. As The Lord begins to caress the Lady's cheek, she feels electricity coming from his touch. The electricity follows his caress and quickly moves to the animalistic being within her. Deep into her being she feels a fire has ignited. Her womanhood begins to quake from his touch. She gazes into his eyes and sees the flames flickering in his soul. "Is it possible The Lord is aware of what is awakening within me"? Her hand slowly moves up his arm, feeling his muscle flex tightly with her touch. She continues to move up his arm, reaching the chiseled features of his face. She brushes his glistening black hair from his forehead, her eyes never leaving his. Slowly she follows the furrows until her fingers come to his lips. Outlining them she wonders what it would be like to feel his lips against hers. Her heart beat quickens with the thought. As he continues to caress her she begins to feel lightheaded from the passion arousing within her....."please my Lord, please don't stop" she whispers to herself...."Don't let this moment end"..... Gazing down into the Lady's eyes the Lord sees promise, yes the promise of a close and very personal relationship. Aware of the value of the Lady's reputation he dare not take advantage of what he feels is his for the taking. He slowly reaches up and cups the Lady's face in both hands. Slowly he brings his lips to hers. They touch, lightly at first, then increasing until his lips and hers both part and they embrace deeply. Passion takes control ever so briefly and he caresses her with fervor and insistence. Encircling her with both arms he presses the Lady close, feeling her body pressed against his, while his kiss explores her passions. When finally the kiss comes to a close, the Lord looks at the Lady and says, "My Lady, we are as one. My heart and yours beat together as we shall be one day." He smiles softly and then holds the Lady close again in a warm embrace..... His thoughts all in a whirl,,,,, wishing.... wishing...... hoping. "It s going to happen!" "My Lord is going to do what I have been yearning for." As he reaches for her, the Lady cannot take her eyes off him, she wants, she needs to see him as he descends down to her swollen lips. As his lips brush hers ever so softly she slowly closes her eyes and lets herself be whisked to "that" place within her. She allows the passion to rise to her lips. She responds to his touch. Without fear she lets the Lord take his lead as she knows he will never hurt her or dishonor her. Feeling his strength as he pulls her close in a fiery embrace she begins to moan with ecstasy. Something she has never felt before and will surely never feel again. His heart, beating in unison with hers. His lips, his tongue, his manhood, send sensations to places she never knew existed within her. He has awakened the woman in her. Slowly the kiss comes to an end, and yet it is not disheartening for she knows he speaks from his heart...."We are as one." As he steps back, she lowers her eyes to the ground, perhaps because of embarrassment but more so, he can not see the tears of joy welling in her eyes. "I have found my love, I have found my life, I have found my ecstasy"....she knows..... As the kiss slowly ends the Lord is reluctant to release his grip holding the Lady close. Although she is small in stature, he feels her strength, knows her willingness to be led, and yet honors her independence, willing to let her be free to choose her own way. As he slowly lets her move away slightly, he again looks into her eyes. She looks down so he gently touches her chin and raises her head back up so he can look at her again. He leans down ever so slightly and kisses her eyes, first left and then right, tasting the tears drops caught upon her lashes. "Be happy My Lady, he says, for I will always honor you and hold you in my heart as I hold you this moment." The doves stir in the nest, rustling their wings and settling for the evening. The Lord takes the Lady by the hand and gently starts to stroll down the garden path once again. Seeing a bench under the giant silver maple tree he turns to the Lady and asks, "Shall we sit for a moment?" He is weak from the sudden surge of passion that had coursed through him and thinks, "I must rest for a bit before the Lady sees the dire condition I am in from our encounter and we must talk." Weakened by his kiss, flushed by his presence, the Lady's world begins to sway. Suddenly she feels his strong grasp around her waist. He leads her to a bench. As they sit under the Silver Maple tree, he asks what is wrong. "Nothing and everything My Lord," she whispers, "Only in my dreams have I been kissed as you have just kissed me." "I did not know I could feel like this." "Am I once again dreaming, My Lord, or are you real?" As she speaks in hushed tones, she is afraid of her brazenness for speaking of her dreams. "Will he scoff at me, or does he too feel as I?" "Am I just a trinket for The Lord to dally with?" "How many times has he taken a lady for a walk in the Garden?" So many questions whirling around in her innocent mind. "Am I no more than another conquest?" As if reading her mind, he pulls her closer to him, wipes a tear from her flushed cheek.... Smiling to himself he holds M'Lady tenderly for a moment. Collecting his thoughts M'Lord releases M'Lady and says, "My Lady I hope you do not think this bold of me but I must tell you how I feel. I have watched you from afar for quiet some time and I am drawn to you much like the doves of the garden are drawn to their nesting site. Kissing you has been a dream of mine for many nights while I toss and turn with you on my mind. The feelings that rushed upon me tonight were quiet startling and I did have a difficult time controlling my passions. Of all things I would never dishonor you, nor would I take advantage of you, because I hold you in the highest esteem. Being one with you is my only wish but it must be done with honor, faithfulness, and above all love. You will never be a casual acquaintance to me and I will not trifle with you in any way. Before we go on I must know your feelings as well for I am looking at a fulfilling commitment." Knowing the dawn was approaching, the lady wondered to herself how she could say good-bye to her Lord without a tear forming. Yet, she was anxious to return to her chambers to relive this night of wonderment. Once again she wanted to feel the rush of passion enter her through her forbidden place. She wished to feel the swelling of her young womanhood, something she had never felt until this evening under a blanket of brilliant stars. As she sat next to her Lord, she could hear his heart beating in unison with hers. "Does he hear them," she wonders. Oh how she wished they could once again embrace, once more before the dawning of a new day. The garden has grown so quiet, as if nature itself felt the passion and did not want to break the spell. Awaiting for her Lord to speak, her mind wanders, "What is this I feel for this man?" "Is it love, or is it lust?" "Is he the man I have saved myself for, or is he just a dream?" She reaches over and softly touches his arm to see if indeed he is a dream. As she touches him, he turns to her, she looks into his eyes and notices an ever so small tear forming in his glorious eyes. Bravely, she brings her delicately lace-trimmed hankie out from her bosom, reaches up and gently wipes the tear away. Knowing the hankie will never be apart from her again, she places it back whence it came from, close to her heart. "Why the tear My Lord?" I stay very still with her touch is upon my arm. Glancing down I see her graceful fingers and slender wrist. It feels wonderful, I wish she would just let it stay there so I can feel her gentle touch. And as she reaches to wipe away an escaping tear of happiness I feel her tenderness once again. My eyes follow her hand and I watch her place the kerchief away between her ripe and swollen breasts, what a treasure she is. Tearing my eyes away and looking up from her breasts I see her eyes all sparkling and dancing. Shall I dare tell her how I feel or will she be offended? I must tell her for it is not fair of me to let her think badly of me or to think that I had ungentlemanly desires, and only those desires. It is good that I wore my long coat tonight for it properly covers my arousal from just being near her and the stolen kiss of a few moments ago. So I begin, "My Lady, please don't think this foolish of me, but the tear is a drop of my soul being shed to be nearer to you." Then words just tumble out, "If I could only tell you how I feel when we are together, but words escape my poor tongue and lips. All I can say is that when we are together my heart sings and I am all aglow inside waiting for your touch. There, now I have said it and the words can never be taken or given back. I have watched you from afar for quite some time now and for some reason I can not take my eyes off of you when you are near. When you touch me as you just did the thrill flows and magic happens. I know it is not seeming, but I don't want to apart from you, ever, even though I know we must part at the close of the evening. I was so happy you consented to take this stroll with me tonight and have given me these precious moments. And the kiss ! It surely binds me to you forever. You need say nothing now, but please think about what I have said, and consent to let me be by your side. I so want to get to know you oh so much better and to spend as much time with you as I can. I look into her eyes for a clue to what she may be thinking, hoping not to see shock or fear. Reaching out I take her hand in mine and gently caress the back of her hand and wrist. It is so warm and soft, yet I can feel the strength in her fingers and, ah yes, the magic is there again. Did I shock or offend you?" M'Lord looks into the eyes of M'Lady and tells her softly, "I know the evening is coming to a close and you must make haste for your own home. I just hate to see the evening come to a close and I lose your company. This has been the most enjoyable evening of my life. Your lovely and beautiful and I want to have you for my own, if you will have me!" With those words spoken the M'Lady jumps to her feet, tears spring to her eyes and she dashes off down the garden path and out the gate before the Lord can stop her. He is dumb-founded and questions whether he should pursue her or not. In that flash she is gone. The Lord wonders, will I ever see her again? |
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