Restored Goods (4)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
With diligence and a growling stomach, you returned to where you were, and how you were. I managed to reform what had been misused.
And how I loved you!
You, whom I loved and felt for when you were nothing but a smashed galaxy of unfortunate crinkles, brought a new power into my life, and that power was the power to bring you home, to your former home. To my new home. To a new shared life.
And so, unknown and unkindly treated good one, damaged but now good again, this is my love song to you.
Thank you for saving me, heartsblood. My hand gently caresses that thigh once again and I pull you into my arms to be embraced, restored arms wrapping around my own torso, your warmth becoming my own warmth, and the heat makes its journey yet again. We are in all our tiny bits of former harm, restored, rebuilt, reassured.
I love my new home... and it is you.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Average reader rating 5.00/5
Interesting series. As it draws to its close, it's hard to tell whether to read it literally or metaphorically -- and I kinda love that.
- #2342 Posted 4 months ago
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