Artist: Charles Dwyer

Immersed

Kristen strolls through the woods with no particular direction in mind. Her spirit brightens as she wanders from the well-worn path – something within draws her deeper. As she clears the first few trees, she notices the chaotic moving shadows on the ground in front of her. Her eyes lift towards to the sunlight filtering through the trees. She smiles as she watches the leaves in a dance with the breeze – they remind her of his touch. The sensation washes over her in erotic rhythms – teases her skin. Her fingers instinctively extend – expecting his touch. She feels … what? Something familiar…

She continues to wander – something pulling her forward. As she walks, she thinks she sees him in shadows floating around the edges. Her senses overflow with desire – “where is he?” she wonders aloud. The only reply – from the rustling leaves. Yet, she feels him close – as if he was wrapped around her … like a blanket. The further she walks along, the stronger his presence feels. She begins to slow her pace – not quite sure why – but she feels him – just a breath away.

She dreams in sensual patterns – immersed in his magical spell. Her waking moment comes with the taste of his lips. He smiles as she opens her eyes – returning to him from a dream – his dream. Her impossible beauty takes his breath – her eyes invite him in. He has to join her…

Michael

Artist: Edward Hughes

He Has To

Stella drifts through the woods with no direction in mind. Not sure why, she follows a wispy breeze as it dances with the leaves that seem to be waving to her. She feels the breeze’s languid breaths wash over her skin in soothing rhythmic waves – pulling her towards something. She’s vaguely aware of the ripples in the fabric of her clothes – a familiar sensation teases her.

Her mind gradually focuses on a peculiar looking shrub to her right. With its ribbon-like turquoise colored flowers wavering about, she tentatively moves towards it. Seemingly with a mind of its own, her hand extends to feel it – the silky texture of the flower greets her fingers.

Entranced, she picks a flower from the shrub for a closer inspection – she has to feel it near her. A sweet aroma escapes to air. Suddenly overwhelmed, she feels herself slowly lie down with the flower in hand – her senses immersed.

Luke smiles as he feels Stella pull close against him. He lays his book on the bedside table and quietly turns towards her. He gently strokes her hair with his hand and leans in to kiss her good night. He feels her smile form on his lips – wonders what she is dreaming at this moment.

He thinks momentarily about getting up to close the bedroom window. However, looking down at his impossibly beautiful Stella – he can’t pull himself away. He smiles as she pulls even closer – the smell of the wisteria wafts in the room through the open window. Luke leans in to kiss her again – he has to.

Michael