June 4, 2004
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The soft, dim light pushes back the shadows, hugging them to the walls. I am settled within the circle of that soft light in a strange yet familiarly comfortable bed.
They call me beautiful and I have to stop myself from turning my head to see to whom they are speaking so softly. A small part of me knows it is myself to whom they are referring and for one, brief shining moment in time, I believe them.
Their concern for my well being dances over me, like a cool spring breeze. Tender hands caress me, soft breaths tease the valleys and curves of my body, warm bodies press to mine; I feel safe...I feel wanted...I feel...
The word eludes me as I shiver at the sudden nibble on my neck. Goosebumps race down the length of my body and a whimper so soft they cannot hear it escapes me.
I reach out my hands, yearning to share in the caresses. The fingers of one of his hands entwine with mine as he bends to kiss me. I drink deeply from him as she explores my body, nipping here...nibbling there, holding my other hand. Their free hands seek each other and as their hands join we are one...united...complete if only for this one moment in time and I could cry with the wonder of it. The word that eluded me before comes to mind in a moment of clarity. I feel cherished.
They call me beautiful and I am.