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The Moonlight Beau Hefley
The Moonlight
I watch through the open French doors as the moon begins it’s ascent over the ocean and open my wearied eyes to appreciate the scene more fully. I can feel and hear the restless breeze as it rustles the drapes and wafts in to cool my furrowed brow, and smell the briny scent as it rises from the water.
I continue to watch as the moon peeks over the horizon like a forlorn lover and gaze in rapture as it climbs higher into the sky, turning the ocean surface into an amphitheater of dazzling light.
Its rays playfully leapfrog across the water’s surface until one, with almost a timid curiosity, creeps up the side of the wall and into our bedroom, where it bathes your sleeping form in an ethereal light. Your back is to me so I can’t see your face, but I watch in fascination as the beam begins to caress your flesh.
It begins at your feet, then slowly works its way up to highlight your perfectly toned legs, the swell of your womanly hips and finally, the graceful arch of your back. I feel my heart race faster as the moonbeam spreads across your body and feel an absurd jealousy at its silky exploration.
“Come see what I see”, it seems to say and for one brief instant I have to fight back a maddening urge to come to you. I have unconsciously risen partly from my chair before I catch myself and with an odd reluctance, settle once more back into place to watch and wait.
There is something sensual and ultimately magical about the way the beam takes it’s time, melting into your skin and becoming one with it. I am mesmerized as it gently seduces your body with its light, featureless fingers and feels a jolt run through me as it explores you and all of your mysteries.
It continues its gentle violations and I hear you moan softly in your sleep, the sound is both sultry and haunting and I feel the breath catch in my chest.
This delicate probing which encompasses both the senses and the eye, goes on until the moon has completely risen, then, like a satisfied lover, the beam slowly makes its way back out the door and down the wall to blend in once more with its brothers and sisters below.
I sit for a moment longer, then stand up and stretch. As I make my way over to our bed, I trace the intricate patterns that the moonbeam has left upon your delicate flesh and feel that jolt once more.
I lie down beside you and hear you let out a contented sigh. “I love you”, I whisper, then close my eyes.
Somewhere during the night, I dream of angels dancing and laughing in a meadow filled with rays of moonlight and smile to myself.
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