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Encounter (rom)
by Molly Finnegan 

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It was a golden-warm day by the little pond where I lay 
naked on my belly, a towel beneath me as protection 
from the sharp grassy spikes.  Engrossed in my book, I 
was suddenly distracted by the appearance of a little 
fallen purple iris petal.  A gentle breeze had scooted 
it slowly across the water.  I knew the petal; I had 
been seeing it in my dreams a million time.  It twirled 
aimlessly in the green pond, finally bumping gently at 
the side of the bank, resting in the soft wet earth.
I considered moving the towel over my chilly feet when 
I was surprised to feel hands gently massaging my toes, 
rubbing them quickly for warmth.

I turned to see him and was glad for his gentle 
moustached smile, his kind bright shining eyes.

"I have seen you in this forest before." I could not 
hear my own words.

"And I you," he whispered.

I felt a sudden surge of need and turn, sit and jump 
into his arms, which swayed me left, right, twirling 
slowly like the little iris petal.  I tred to break to 
see his face, but he would not let go of his snug hold 
on my waist.  I felt his fine breath in my hair and we 
rocked, embracing to our own music.  I kissed his 
shoulder as I sat on his fully-clothed lap, his hands 
beginning a careful massage.  His fingers lingered at 
the small of my back and moved slowly up, up, toward my 
neck.  I felt, but did not yet see, his smile.

He loosened his grip just enough for me to lean back 
and look into his eyes, to unbutton his flannel shirt, 
to kiss his chest.  His peasant clothes melted away and 
I lay on my back as he spread my legs with his knees 
and entered me..just barely, then out, then slowly, 
slow-motion slowly he moved fully into me.

He stroked to the rhythm of the universe; my hips 
writhed and lifted to meet him, my whole body opening, 
begging.

I imploded suddenly, the inner throbbing inviting his 
explosion.  Time and space vanished.  The world 
disappeared in that moment when there was only my inner 
muscles caressing him as he pumped the water of life 
into me.  For the first time, I was whole.

Core-satisfied, my hands and eyes studied his wintered 
face which I found as pleasant as his touch on my neck 
and shoulders.  

The after-glow was endless, effortless.

Silently he dressed and rose to his feet, looking with 
love at my warm, wet body on the rumpled towel.

"When will we meet again?" I asked shyly.

"I shall always find you," he said, disappearing as 
quietly and quickly as he had come.

The little petal burrowed deeper into the soft mud of 
the little pond's bank.  It was making itself a tiny 
nest, a home. 

THE END 
