She Waits
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Posted:Jun 4, 2016 1:13 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2016 9:50 am
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He walks alone locked in the prison of His making. Living in the past, reliving pain of loss. Not caring of the world as it passes but going day by day without end. So long he has been here, so long He has stagnated in His memories. Over time has become comfortable there. Comfortable to the point of not wanting anything else. Going through this life as One who knows His true self but has shielded from others.
She has waited for One who completes her. One who can see her soul, her true self. Not hiding but not truly seeking. Only waiting for Him to see. She knows her worth and her gift for One worthy of such, and will only surrender to Him who can hold. She waits for Him, unknown, unseen but felt in the distance.
She feels Him in this world, knows He looks for her, and waits.
They pass as if ghost along the path. Unseen forces at work, not fully understood but felt. They pass, His eyes turn to see, hers lower in recognition. He continues with slower steps, then turns to see her watching.
A thread is set noticed but not seen. Felt with a strength the comforts. Walking slower feeling a pull once known but forgotten He circles, while she waits. He watches and circles but she does not run. Also held by that thread she waits, as thoughts of desires and surrender play through her mind. He circles and finds her scent growing stronger, filling Him with forgotten desires.
Desires long ignored, forgotten, awaken in Him and she waits. Circling He feels what he now begins to crave. Feelings he never expected or wanted have come forth to fill Him with desires once more. He has her scent and it burns Him from within. He circles her and she remains without flinching, without the attempt to flee.
Threads form unseen but felt. Grow stronger and thicken without effort. As a wolf stalks its prey He circles watching, learning her mind. He circles slowly watching for any signs of retreat from her, and she waits. She feels His power and becomes intoxicated. She waits for him to strike, waits for Him to take what she holds for only one. A dance only two can see, only two can partake of has started. He circles hunting, learning his prey he did not know he sought.
He circles and watches in amazement as she sees him and instead of backing away, bares herself to him.
He watches as she allows herself to be hunted. Circles her feeling the need to possess this prey. He circles her drawing nearer and becoming more intense as he hunts her. She watches, feeling his power and becomes aware of the desire to kneel before him. She knows what he is capable of and what he could do to her and becomes weak in his presence. Threads thicken and become stronger as this dance continues, both knowing and welcoming. Both knowing what could be were he to reach.
He becomes aware of those things in his past which have given such pain and comfort. Those things left unfinished that speak to Him now. Such desires and cravings for this prey awaken things left undone which must be closed. He speaks to her of such things and instead of turning away she opens herself, bares all that she is and waits. She presents herself naked before Him to wait for the time when He can take all that she is, all that she offers. This dance once started has no end. This hunt has begun and come to a point neither can ignore. He speaks and she responds without hesitation.
He test and she willingly submits. She waits for Him to finish those things that bind him to the past. Her understanding sets Him to desire closure of things from long ago. The circle closes tighter and they know this has been set forth by forces perhaps not understood but which can not be ignored.
No longer to ignore the past but to face it and close doors left open far to long. He once again can feel life He pushed away long ago because of her. He feels this has come when needed most. He stops circling and stands before her reaching and she responds. No longer waiting she responds to Him as the need and desires, all that makes her the treasure she is, held away for so long is taken
No longer circling he walks and she follows.
Copy Write@ 2014
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