He stands at the edge of the hill overlooking the scenic skies of his people. I sit in the tall grasses longing for him to come to me. Two separate worlds, each with their own dangers and illusions. My eyes take in the splendor of his fine muscled physique as his long black hair lifts gently with the winds whispers. He will come to me. It is written.

His head turns. The feather floats upon the breeze. He can see me now, scarcely hidden in the shadows of the village, inside the weeping willow that will be our shield from the outside world when he once again holds me in his arms and my desire melts into his body as we become one.

Who knows how long I have loved him. This man of silence. We do not speak, yet we know with each move, each thought, each caress, that we are each others destiny. So wrong...yet so right. I come here each night and sit and wait watching the sun begin to set and wonder if he will come to me again; this man who haunts my heart. Is he a ghost that continues, like death, to appear as an apparition in my conscious, my wanton soul, my dreams, my fantasy, my reality.

I watch his lithe steps cross the valley as once again he comes to me. No ghost, no fantasy...real...oh so very real. My eyes gaze at his chiseled features, too rugged to be called handsome, yet beautifully etched and as fine as crystal. His eyes as green as the Caribbean sea slowly caress each and every curve of my body and I feel desire begin to swirl in my bloodstream. My womanhood begins to throb in aching anticipation of his touch, his lips, his velvet shaft.

As he nears I slowly stand. My fingertips begin to slide under the straps of my silks as my breasts become aroused. My hardened nipples struggle to be free under the weight of the sheer fabric. Slowly I ease my arms out of the clinging material and it falls to the ground. He is near me now...so near that I can hear his breath as it catches in his throat at the sight of my nakedness and his eyes darken to animalistic passion. His movement stills as I must take the last step to him. His love words, which I do not understand, begin to move from his passionate lips as his hands come around my waist and pull me to him. I am crushed inside loving, strong arms once again and my soul rejoices as moisture collects between my silky thighs.

His mouth overwhelms mine in a kiss so powerful that my knees weaken and I cling to him for balance. Our tongues mate in their own velvet dance of seduction as our bodies and spirits move in another sphere, another time. Ancient tales of old can not begin to compare to the currents of desire pulsating between his body and mine. His arms hold me tightly against his bare chest as he bends me backward so that I can feel his hardness grind into my naked wetness.

My body responds to his with such heat, such ferocity, that I am almost amazed at the sheer wantonness of my own reactions, but I am so lost in this man that I care not for the outside world. My soft thigh moves along his to rest on his hip. Shifting his weight, he grabs the soft flesh of my bottom and I straddle his powerful hips. They begin thrusting harder into me. My hands move rapidly along his shoulders to his chest then lower to free his throbbing shaft that is so full of desire that it almost explodes in my hand as I unzip the leathers that encase it. My fingertips lightly fondle the head of his member before placing the tip inside my own slick folds. Heat, animalistic heat, is felt throughout my body as he pierces me with his shaft in one wild and hard thrust. My scream of passion echoes into the wood at his strength at lovemaking.

His hips buck into mine at a feverish pace. His powerful thighs balancing our weight as his body slams into mine. His hot shaft becomes fuller. My nails lightly rake his back as I am lost. My eyes are wild. My thoughts are an incoherent shattering inside my mind. I am powerless to the wild abandonment of our sexual desire. His strong hands grip my hips. His powerful thrusts forcing all of his thick shaft inside of me. Over and over I cry his name until at last I am spent in his arms and I feel his intense release erupting to mingle with my own.

Slowly he bends to gather my silks and slide them neatly back over my flushed body. His mouth moves over mine in a heart achingly tender kiss as he lowers my body from his hips to the ground. Slowly my fingertips reach for his leathers to pull them from his body. I want more of his delicious lovemaking. His hand covers mine and he brings it to his lips. His tongue softly suckles my finger tips and I know that this is goodbye for another night. I move slowly back into his arms longing for the day that he will take me with him to delight in his pleasures all day and all night. My eyes question him. His hand softly brushes my cheek in an effort to help me understand, and I know that tonight is not the night I will lay in his arms until the morning sun reaches out to awaken our bodies from the moonlight.

I watch as he turns to leave. My nail marks on his powerful shoulders bright against his tanned skin, almost as if they were a brand. My lips smile as I feel his seed sliding wickedly down my thigh and I know that he and I will both return again to seek pleasure from one another again and again and again...for there is no greater love than forbidden love.