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I toil in our garden, sowing the earth.

You join me outside, stopping by to ask if I need help.  I say politely, no, but I could use the company.  You sit in the lawn chair, watching, drinks in hand, offering me refreshment when I need it, and chatting idly about recent events.  Though you are not physically involved in the work, your presence offers its own support.  I smile as I labor, lost in your words, in your beauty, in this moment.

I am content.

I am building you a bookshelf for your study.

You saunter over, settle on the sofa.  Do I need your help, you inquire.  I inform you gently that I do not.  You gossip while I finish, keeping me from drowning in my own subconscious.  Seeing you reclined there on the couch distracts me, and it takes me twice as long to complete the project, but I am very grateful for the view, and for the prolonged interaction.

I am content.

I am preparing a meal for our consumption.

“May I help,” you offer, suggesting a dash of this spice and a sprinkling of that.  Your proposals are provocative.  I follow your scheme, and sample; the taste is sublime.  Your help enhances the flavor of the dish.  The savory aroma rises; I look upon you with longing as you cast a tender glance in my direction.  Together, we create culinary perfection.  Life is sweeter here.

I am content.

I am sweeping the floor of our shared home.

You glide into my field of vision.  The contours of your undraped form cause me to quiver.  “Can I help,” you whisper softly in my ear.  My frame shivers at your quiet breath.  I squeeze my eyes tight, gasp, and shudder.   For a moment, I can only whimper.  Then, I discard the broom.  Disrobing as I move, I drop my garments and take you to me with the ferocity of an animal, drawing you close like a predator capturing prey.  We embrace.  Our lips entwine, tongues probing, hands petting.   You lace your fingers through my hair.  I caress your body, fondling your delicate senses.  You moan softly.  I kneel to take in your nectar, and devour your essence.  You clench my muscles as you reach your crescendo.

The floors can stay dirty for now.

I am intoxicated.

I never need your help to complete my work.  I only need you to complete my world.  Wasting our time with you is never a waste of time for me.

Without you, I am only busy.

With you, I am whole.



( 23 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 30th, 2014 11:36 pm (UTC)
This was a wonderful entry, very loving and erotic. Well done!
May. 30th, 2014 11:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you, a very special person inspired this piece.
May. 31st, 2014 08:20 am (UTC)
I must admit I was surprised at how it went from content to ravenous passion in just a few paragraphs.

Nice piece.
Jun. 1st, 2014 05:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you, it is a love letter to a special person in my life.
May. 31st, 2014 11:51 am (UTC)
WOW! and who would have thought...a wonderful take on the prompt..:) God bless and touchwood. Loved it! Good Job!
Jun. 1st, 2014 05:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed the piece.
Jun. 2nd, 2014 06:00 am (UTC)
Yes..very much.. once I knew the back story as well..:)
May. 31st, 2014 12:50 pm (UTC)
What wonderful words to say to someone. This is very cool.
Jun. 1st, 2014 12:07 am (UTC)
Beautiful piece, and a very nice (and uncommon) take on the prompt!
Jun. 1st, 2014 05:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you, the idea just popped in my head to do a love letter when I saw the prompt.

Edited at 2014-06-01 06:05 pm (UTC)
Jun. 1st, 2014 05:00 am (UTC)
I've never put much stock in the concept that "you complete me" is actually a romantic notion, rather than a sentence, but while this sentiment comes close, it manages to butt right up against it, without crossing that line, in the most beautiful way. Some woman is very lucky to have whomever feels this way about her.

Edited at 2014-06-01 05:56 pm (UTC)
Jun. 1st, 2014 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I hope the woman in question feels the same way about me. I don't think that we necessarily need someone to complete us, I think it is nice to have someone to compliment us.
Jun. 1st, 2014 11:13 pm (UTC)
This is really well done. I loved the format and the images.
Jun. 3rd, 2014 02:02 am (UTC)
Thank you
Jun. 2nd, 2014 01:16 am (UTC)
Aww. This is really sweet and beautiful. :)
Jun. 3rd, 2014 02:03 am (UTC)
Thank you, I was little worried it wouldn't go over well.
Jun. 2nd, 2014 01:30 am (UTC)
I really like the format of this piece, I am surprised you are not higher in the polls this week.
Jun. 3rd, 2014 02:05 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading my piece I didn't get to do a lot of reading this week and this is my first season doing idol so not alot of people know me yet.
Jun. 2nd, 2014 02:54 pm (UTC)
Wow!!! What an erotic loving piece of writing!
Jun. 3rd, 2014 02:01 am (UTC)
Thank you,I am glad you enjoyed the eroticism in this piece.
Jun. 2nd, 2014 09:58 pm (UTC)
This is quite lovely. My only quibble is with this line near the end: Wasting our time with you is never a waste of time for me.

For me, the line would be stronger if it were phrased without the repetition of "waste", maybe something like "Spending time with you is never a waste of time for me."

Other than that minor issue, this was very well done!
Jun. 3rd, 2014 01:42 am (UTC)
I get where you're coming from on the repeated words thought... I usually avoid them, but in this case, these repeated words ARE the point of the entire piece, as they are how I tie the whole thing into this topic. The time we share together in the settings I mentioned would by any other measure be considered a waste of time... mine, because her presence slows my pace, and hers because she could be doing anything else more productive than hanging out with me. So, we're not spending time, we're wasting it, technically, but, to me, wasting our time together is a great way to waste it, and that's what I wanted her to know, more than anything, because she constantly frets that she's not helping enough, and she doesn't have any clue how much she helps me.
Jun. 3rd, 2014 01:49 am (UTC)
Ah, your explanation makes more sense. Thank you!
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