Burning lust and boiled passion popped and steamed from mind and body. Writhing heaps of flesh and bone compressed as one in nature's dance. Heaving love and tender kisses clapping wild, like a song, kissing hip and back and throat. Not a single inch was missed. Balling fists that clenched the covers in a haze of perspiration, sticky bangs and stringy foreheads as it flowed.
The sound of breathlessness; exhausted from that beautiful event, the morning never came so quickly all our lives. Fragrant sheets with sweat and dew drips from the night that merged our essence. Such waves of pure emotion as if drowning,
In the ecstasy of love.
The Morning After
300 million futures all denied save only One.
A silent moment for all those lost brothers and sisters...
You are the sperm that met the egg the night that feelings flowered love. A tiny fetus was then born comprised of nothing but two strands of DNA. One single strand is all it took from each of us, to create yours.
On this code entailed the blueprint of the living thing to come. The shape and color of your eyeballs: almond shaped, chestnut, or sad. Whether dark or blue, or brown or any endless combination. All determined on the day the sperm and egg embraced.
1 - 4 Months
The beginning of a heart beat, veins and valves were popping up. Like little streams they flowed and circulated little fragile infant, you. This was the gradual formation of your soul now taking place. Eyes and ears were sculpted slowly. Really delicate and smooth. Dots for eyes and holes for ears like nothing else within the world.
Soon you sprouted fingers and toes and life was good, or so it seemed, because inside the ultrasound I watched you play and suck your thumb. You would swat and you would kick me, I'd feel you lurch and roll and jerk and sometimes even daddy listened in to hear you play.
One day the doctor caught you dreaming and I asked him,
But without looking he just shrugged and said,
'Who knows, I couldn't tell you.'
I guess that's one of nature's mysteries. How I wish I could just ask you, what its like down in my womb. Were you cozy? Could you sleep at night? Did you hear my lullabys?
I hope my heartbeat didn't wake you.
Even now when you aren't kicking, I can tell when you are sleep and then I think and ask the heavens what my baby's dreams' about. Perhaps you dream about the future, what life holds outside my walls. Or perhaps you dream of all the games you played all through the day. Maybe your dreams are like my dreams and we're connected mentally. Oh I should hope not, I don't want you to be sad...
Today's the day I wrote this letter so I could tell you everything. I left a second note tucked away somewhere deep inside the house. No need to ask your dad about it, it will only make him teary so I just want you to grow up and remain patient til you're ready. I give you all my love my little one, remember-
Life Is Good.
Always smile, always stay in cheer and keep your mother in your prayers.