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Lenore did not even know how the man had come to her. It had happened so unexpectedly.
She knew who he was. He was the presence who had been with her always.
Last night she had heard someone breathing at her window. As his feet had crossed the floor Lenore had not been afraid. The experience which followed had been extremely natural.
Lenore went into a gentle reverie, as the wind sighed through the trees outside. It felt like she was in another world. It was like gauze had been pulled over her eyes.
Lenore looked towards the window. The event still had the quality of a dream. Where was he, now?
Lenore was determined to find that out. That evening, as the sun sank, she climbed her favourite tree. The man came like a thunderbolt when she was ready to receive him. She did not hear him coming. But she knew. He tipped her head back as she sat in the tree.
It was too dark to see the man’s face. But she did not need to. For a moment she lost her balance. With a little cry she slipped so she was hanging, upside down, from the branch.
He gave her a sensual kiss, then ripped her chemise up to her shoulders. Her pantaloons were slipped down to her knees. Lenore hung helpless on the branch as she was revealed to the night sky.
However, Lenore loved the feeling of the bark against her skin. She did not feel like she was sinning. She just felt at one with nature.
He slipped a hand under her bare bottom, and made her flesh quiver.
Her pantaloons still clung silkily to her ankles.
He slipped warmly into her, and she cried with delight. Raoul had never been anything like this. Raoul had never shook the core of her being, or played her like a drum.
Lenore tried to get as close as possible. She rocked back and forth, shaking wildly. They were a tangle of limbs. She suctioned him with her mouth.
She clung to the tree, still in danger of falling down. But he was inside her.
Later, he scrambled away.Lenore was so sated she hardly noticed.She clung to the tree.
It was like she had become part of it. Part of the bark and the trunk, and the insects starting to bite her.
It was a long time before Lenore woke up to herself again. She knew what they were doing was holy. It was all love. Pure love.
The next day she could feel nothing but longing. She stod on her husband’s little plot and watched the blue horizon.
A name came to her.
That was his name.
Where was he? At the moment she had to be content with nothing more than a facsimile of him tucked in her heart. But she knew he would return. It was only a matter of when.
© Emma Kathryn 2013
Emma Kathryn has a BA in Art History and English from La Trobe University. She has also studied Professional Writing and Editing at Peninsula TAFE and drama, singing, music and dance at the William Bates Academy of Performing Arts. She has written for TheatrePeople and has performed at Burlesque Bar, The Dan O’Connell Hotel, The Brunswick Hotel, Bar 303 and other venues alternately as a singer and as a spoken word artist.
Her stage appearances include Iolanthe, The Pirates of Penzance, The Gondoliers, The Mikado, The Merry Widow, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, Spy: The James Bond Musical, as Miss Money-Penny and Scrooge CEO as Mrs Cratchitt. She has appeared on TV in Wentworth, Neighbours, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (as a bearded lady), Wilfred, Last Man Standing, Bastard Boys, Blue Heelers, Bed of Roses, Carla Cametti PD, Canal Road and Carols by Candlelight. For more information visit Facebook
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