You hug me from behind, look into my eyes in the mirror and whisper, “You’re gorgeous”. Seconds later, I surrender to your will with love. I offer myself up to you, allowing you to explore at will, relinquishing control over myself. Never have I felt so loved, so desired.

You gently caress the flesh, willing it to respond. You gather me into your arms, bringing the sheets around us. I wish time would freeze.

Hours later, as we lay in each other’s arms, energies spent, you gently kiss my forehead and say, “how I wish this could last a lifetime.”

But my darling, the terrible and the most awful truth is that some things aren’t meant to last. Maybe that’s why they’re so beautiful. Because they’re ethereal and ephemeral.

Mini fiction: The ephemeral and the ethereal
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2 thoughts on “Mini fiction: The ephemeral and the ethereal

  • July 4, 2017 at 11:05 am
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    Lovely!!!
    “the most awful truth is that some things aren’t meant to last. Maybe that’s why they’re so beautiful. Because they’re ethereal and ephemeral”
    True… Very well put.

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    • July 4, 2017 at 7:27 pm
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      It’s true isn’t it? Not everything is meant to last forever.

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