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Tears Of The Moon
by William DuPain (duepain@yahoo.com)

***

This is a story of Love lost and found again; it 
embraces the more spiritual elements of the human 
emotional existence. Romantic Male-female and other 
worldly elements of ethereal notation. (MF, rom, 
fantasy)

***

David Brennon sat with his glass of whiskey in hand, as 
the memory of her rolled painfully through his head and 
heart. He remembered her last day of life, what she 
looked like, how she smiled at him that morning as she 
left, and her scent.

She was gone before his day had finished. An aneurysm 
had taken her, without warning or reason vibrant one 
moment and still the next. He took a long pull from the 
ice-laden glass and let it sear the pain from his 
heart.

He lost faith with so many things in his life after 
that, but worst of all he lost faith in himself. He 
remembered how she'd affected him the very first time 
he met her. He'd been swept away, thrilled with her 
smile and enchanted by her voice. But it was the eyes 
of soft green velvet that haunted him the most; there 
shimmering light put the lamps of heaven itself to 
shame.

With a single flip of their color she made his heart 
soar and his pulse quicken. She always made him feel 
like a better man than he really was... he knew, one of 
the many things he loved about her. He had become 
hopelessly attached to her when they began dating. And 
one night out of each cycle of the full moon he took 
her a white rose and a bottle of wine.

They'd talk and laugh about their plans after college, 
people they each knew, and life in general. It was in 
these meetings that he really got to know Patricia for 
the wonderful, gentle person she really was. She was 
elegant and graceful in form, and exceedingly mild in 
spirit... always ready to smile.

"Patricia, you must know how my feelings for you have 
deepened over the past few months, I think I've fallen 
in love with you Trish!" David had spoken the words of 
his heart at one of his "rendezvous of the rose" 
meetings. She had looked away for a moment, as he saw a 
rushing blush of crimson sweep up the side of her neck.

He watched her sitting there her features softly 
caressed by the flickering candlelight, thinking she 
must be the loveliest woman in the world. Like the 
siege of some vast army her silence increasingly 
diminished his hopes of a victorious outcome, as shame 
began to fill him.

His heart quaked in his chest as he awaited her reply, 
thinking he had made a terrible mistake by being so 
forthright with his feelings. Patricia then turned her 
head toward him, her eyes still not touching his and 
took his hand in hers.

"I have been waiting for this David, I fell in love 
with you the first time our eyes met and knew we 
belonged together, but I simply didn't know how to 
approach the subject with you!" 

Their eyes met locking together as time and space 
disappeared for both, the energy that flowed between 
them was the essence of their own twin passions. Deep 
greeted deep, as it metered the depth of love and 
commitment each heart held for the other. As their two 
hearts embraced in the moment, their respective 
destinies fused in an inseparable union, that neither 
time nor life would ever alter.

Patricia looked up, and seeing the beauty of his 
feelings for her reflected there in his eyes and was 
overwhelmed by her own intense surging passion for him. 
Her lips then rushed to meet his as silence surrounded 
them, cloaking the two lovers from all outside earthly 
concerns. 

Her conscious awareness spun falling away from her, as 
her spirit touched something of beauty she'd never 
known before that night. While David's tongue 
passionately delivered the testimony of his love to her 
tender lips.

They married not long after David had initiated the 
ritual of the wine and rose, and she remained his most 
devoted ally and loyal wife for nearly twelve years. 
Until fate despised him, ripping her cherished love 
from his life, and turning his world to ash.

She was around five foot five inches tall with deep 
dark lustrous brown hair, and beautifully shaped 
breasts. Her waist narrowed from her upper back, and 
then flared again to form a pair of the sexist hips 
he'd ever seen. Her thighs were hard but still 
feminine, her legs being very well toned all the way 
down to her ankles, which were delicate.

The wine and rose was a romantic ritual of love between 
them, one that lasted until her death. It was at those 
times when the moon was full that David punished 
himself the most severely, drinking until his mind was 
a dull swirling mass of fog. It would kill him he knew, 
but didn't care anymore; at least it kept the pain and 
sadness in control.

He had always considered himself fortunate to be the 
one she'd loved, because to say his facial features 
were modest at best, was an outright kindness. And 
physically he was nothing that would recommend him to 
the loving heart of a seeking romantic.

Everywhere he looked now he was reminded of her absence 
from his life, and the pain would surround his heart 
like a large vise meanly twisted in place. So he spent 
most of his free time in a drunken haze, where the pain 
was much less acute and he could remember without 
tears.

But it was the dreams that were the worst of it; they 
came with every full lunar cycle. He would find himself 
in her arms again and the joy of his heart would be 
acutely intense, her kisses warm, her love still 
nurturing him. He would not recall her passing in them, 
and the room was always filled with the sweet scent of 
roses. It was not until he woke to the horror of the 
emptiness around him that he would realize; it had only 
been a dream.

She would come tonight he knew and take him back to 
better times, times of free laughter and warm love. The 
brush of her lips, and gentleness of her touch would 
quicken his heart once more and he would smile again.

He blew out the candle and staggered toward the bed, 
his eyes glazed, and his feet unsure of their 
destination. He sat the glass on the end table and all 
but collapsed in the bed, his mind and body numb from 
drink. His breathing slowed as his consciousness 
gratefully slipped away from the pain and into the 
darkness of sleep.

Trish had watched him as he staggered toward the bed 
her heart burdened by his state of inebriation. As he 
lay there between the reality of sleep and wakefulness 
she stroked his brow with her fingertips and whispered 
to him, "Sleep my love, it is well, I'm with you again 
David."

David raised his head slowly from the fog of his dream, 
and in the distance beheld a form magnificent in beauty 
approach his bed, calling his name as she came. 

Looking up, his eyes now open he pulled a strand of 
hair away from her neck as she leaned over him and sank 
his teeth into the softness there. She moaned exhaling 
as she did, her nails digging into his shoulders. 

"Oh David, I have missed you so," she cooed softly! 

All the candles he'd placed about the room lit in 
unison of their own accord, and their wavering light 
began to fill the air. His heart swelled in his chest 
as he gazed at her face, and a mist slowly covered the 
love filled sheen of his eyes.

"I love you Patricia," he'd responded.

His shaking fingers gently caressing her eyes, cheeks, 
shoulders and breasts, as her breathing continued to 
elevate its pace. She slid the flimsy see thru top from 
her shoulders, availing his eyes to her magnificent 
breasts.

Trish pressed her lips to his and at the union of there 
flesh both spirits soared the heights of loving desire. 
It was more than the union of their bodies; it was the 
bond of their heart and souls, where time held no 
relevance and love was owned again. The endearments 
that flowed between them echoed sweetly in the hearts 
of the two lovers, tempering the thundering passion 
they shared in the moment.

David's heart flamed hot at the touch of Patricia's 
lips and its glow made the essence of his being burn 
with life again. She straddled his body with her leg, 
placing the warmth of her folds against his massive 
hardness, never releasing his lips as she moved. His 
hard calloused hands slid easily down her back to 
gently cup the tightness of her cheeks and pull her 
soft warmth tightly next to his burgeoning swell.

She tarried there at his mouth attempting to satiate 
the hunger of her lips, but found that her attempt only 
increased her need. She teasingly moved her wetness 
against his surging manhood as she continued to seduce 
his lips, her tongue driving forcefully for the sweet 
taste of his passion.

"Oh please David," the tender plea was softly 
delivered! 

She squirmed against his rampant manhood to appease the 
ache in her body as she whispered! Her stomach rippled 
with a convulsion forcing her hips to roll again, and 
the dewy gaping lips of her mound kissed his hardness 
again, lovingly tracing its girth with her glistening 
moisture as his manhood throbbed in agony.

His hard, rough hands moved over the smoothness of her 
breasts, as gently as his state of arousal would allow 
and began to twist and tug at her swollen nipples. She 
arched her back at an acute angle forcing her engorged 
tissue into the warmth of his loving hands, as hot 
waves of pleasure rolled throughout her body fueling 
the heat of her spirit and mind.

"Oh God lover, I need this," she sighed. Her breasts 
trembling with the thunder of her heartbeat!

Trish sensed a pressure in her body between her legs, 
as she realized that David was taking possession of 
her, his wide helmet was spreading her lips as it 
gained entrance. She felt him push and begin filling 
her, slowly at first; with short gentle thrusts but 
increasing in tempo the deeper he went.

"Yes-s-s-s David," she hissed loudly, with her head 
thrown back, as her body gave yet another silken thrust 
against his seeking hardness, anointing him with the 
thick cream of her passion! Again and again she thrust 
down on him, her breath escaping in small gasps of 
tortured pleasure as she moved!

She was losing her ability to suppress her hot 
impulses, as he shoved into her deeper, filling her, 
stretching her to the limits of her physical capacity 
to contain. His flesh was now pounding against her 
mound, its impact filling her body with intense surging 
waves of erotic pleasure her emotions could barely 
withstand.

"Oh please David," it was not a soft plea this time, as 
her body shook violently with pleasure! The warm 
softness of her passage was seemingly sucking him in 
deeper, in an attempt to greedily seduce his seed from 
him prematurely. She moaned as her hips worked 
feverishly, her back arching into the motion, her pure 
animal instincts now in complete control.

David could tell Patricia was mounting the summit of 
pleasure by her pleas and many other numerous non-
linear modes of human communication. With her head 
tilted back a scream issued forth from her mouth that 
thrilled David from head to toe. He felt her 
contractions around his burning hardness, as he was 
inundated with Patricia's hot fluids and she creamed 
hard against him.

"Oh David I'm com-m-m-i-n-g!!" she cried out, as a 
spasm of pleasure made her lock her thighs even tighter 
against his hips, and her body writhed with the acute 
sensation of pleasure that flooded her!

David looked into her sharp green eyes and beheld the 
flames there that matched the roaring inferno of his 
own heart. His body quaked beneath her, as her spirit 
struggled mightily for freedom against the conventions 
of her own logic. Exploding forth in free flight toward 
the golden domes of paradise, to languish there in its 
sea of bliss once more.

She shuddered through her first orgasm screaming, and 
then collapsed with her head on his chest, her ear 
pressed tightly against his heart. Allowing the rhythm 
of its tempo to sooth the last fragments of her hot 
erupting emotions, as her glow settled over her like a 
thick, comforting blanket of warmth.

She convulsed tightly around David's thrusting member 
urging him to spill his seed in the warm softness of 
her passage. Unable to refrain any longer his bag 
jerked and tightened, as he blasted into the seducing 
warmth of Patricia's soft grinding opening, filling her 
with the fire of life, his agonized cry of pleasure 
filling the room.

Her demanding softness shattered him, casting his 
strength down stories below on a bed of jagged stone. 
Where he lay broken and empty, a mere shadow and shell 
of the formidable driving force he'd been moments ago.

"I love you David," she purred against his chest, as 
his last shuddering thrust filled her satiated form 
above him.

"And you my love are the end of all my sweetest 
dreams," he gasped desperately. The cool air of the 
room kissing his fevered flesh, as he slipped from the 
warmth of her soft sheath.

She raised herself at last and looked down into his 
face, her hair was lit with a strong wash of moonlight 
that created a gypsy halo, as thin as vapor glowing 
softly about her head. The soft light sharpened the 
outline of her cascading hair but leveled the tone of 
her facial shadows, giving her skin a soft heavenly 
appeal.

There was a peaceful look on her face as she spoke, 
"Listen to me my love, tonight is our last chance to be 
together. You must either follow me tonight or wait for 
decades to hold me again. I love you David, and there 
is no wrong decision tonight, because you know I'll 
wait for you forever if I must... but I can't come back 
again, this will be my last visit!"

"What's it like Trish?"

"Beautiful beyond description David, but incomplete 
without you beside me my love!"

Bending down her kiss stopped the march of time and 
stilled his soul within, as paradise and eternity fused 
together in the hidden chambers of his loving heart. 
David knew he belonged with her; destiny had mated 
their souls and sealed their union.

Without hesitation David rose then, standing beside the 
love of his life, as she slipped her arm through his 
and they walked away.

As the single story ranch home faded in the distance, 
David noted the wide path beneath his feet, paved with 
the soft shimmering glow of moonlight, and the way it 
sparkled with each footfall.

Patricia smiled up at him as she moved in closer to his 
side happy to have her husband beside her again, as 
they slowly walked toward the distant light ahead.

***

Tom honked the horn again impatiently, as he waited for 
David to appear, he had already been there five 
minutes. Finally his patience gone he threw the driver 
door open and walked to the front door of David's 
house.

Once inside he called loudly for his co-worker but 
didn't receive an immediate answer, concerned now, he 
wondered if he might have fallen in the shower and 
injured himself. He went down the hallway checking 
rooms as he went.

He opened David's bedroom door and spied him 
immediately, sprawled out on the bed still fully 
clothed. A bottle of "Seagram's Crown Royal" whiskey at 
his side nearly empty, his hand clutched tightly to the 
neck of the bottle.

Tom's heart broke, as he looked down at his old friend; 
he knew what the loss of his wife had done to him, and 
that his life had really been over for sometime now. 
But as he looked closer he was amazed to find a smile 
on David's lips, and a look of genuine peace cast over 
his ashy features.

He would miss his work chum, but he knew intuitively 
that David had made peace with his pain, and was much 
happier now than he would have been had he remained 
here. It was then that he noticed the scent... a smell 
like roses, as his eyes metered the sight line of the 
room he couldn't find a single flower in it of any 
kind... but the scent was there, intense and sweet.

End 

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