Her fingers traced the page’s contours, her skin alive to the coarseness of the paper. Raising the book to her face, she drank in the aroma of dust, dreams and many hours spent in stillness.
Under her breath she murmured “I summon you. I summon you on this day, with all my heart.”
As she began to read he was indeed conjured up to her, as vivid and real as the first time she had imagined his drink-sodden breath and hard, calloused hands upon her.
She sank beneath those sublime waves, entranced by thoughts of love, adventure and erotic dread.
Under her breath she murmured “I summon you. I summon you on this day, with all my heart.”
As she began to read he was indeed conjured up to her, as vivid and real as the first time she had imagined his drink-sodden breath and hard, calloused hands upon her.
She sank beneath those sublime waves, entranced by thoughts of love, adventure and erotic dread.
