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Embrace of Your Love

A Love So True

By Felicia GrantPublished 8 years ago • 2 min read

What is it that you remember when you sit alone in the silence and comfort of the night? The memories of the past, the thoughts of the present, and the dreams of the future? I dream of the warmth and tender feeling of her touch and the calming and mesmerizing fragrance of her being. I dream of the beautiful thick kinks and curls of her lusciously black hair and the sweet euphoric taste of her lips. I dream of the moments when I gaze into her eyes with emphatic emotion and the days that I can spend with her wrapped within my arms. The image and feeling of seemingly eternal love filled the air every time I dream of those days. The memories of the past begin to move as their hands and fingers interlock with those of the present. A time of broken love and bitter contempt. I break apart into millions of pieces like the blades of broken glass when I see the pain of your tears. My heart bleeds as it reaches out in a desperate attempt to hold you in my arms for just one night..But it seems to be to no avail. The suffocating and echoing pain of sadness and loneliness fills the room. A home where we will laugh, a home of warmth which we will share, a home of blazing passion and fiery intimacy. It all seems barely recognizable now without you. I remember the brutal fights that we had and the sleepless nights where we screamed at each other at the top of our lungs until our voices began to fade. I remember the sound of my fist crashing against the wall and the thunderous boom of broken furniture when we began to lash out at one another. Why did you have to go? Why did things have to turn out the way that they did? And why am I left in this home? Our home, where the enticing affection of our souls will permeate vigorously and become a memento of agony without you. My eyes slowly close and I'm carried off into the peaceful flowing stream of the dreams towards the future. A future in which I can only see the soft glow of your beautiful ebony skin. A beautiful Queen of divine origin. My lover. My heart. My neverending passions. I dream of a moment where I will forever be enveloped within the embrace of your love.

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    Written by Felicia Grant