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Subject: {ASSM} New - Tom Bombadil - Amber Memories  [ M/F, poetry, flash ]
Date: Fri,  5 Dec 2003 08:10:08 -0500
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New story from Tom Bombadil, posted with permission

Goldberry
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Enjoy!



Amber Memories  [ M/F, poetry, flash ]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) Nov 2003

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in 
your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.

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A fading ghost of a fire late in the evening.  One gasp, then a second.

Faint spears of moonlight through cracked blinds.  Murmurs of 
appreciation.

The freedoms of wine and the promises of oysters.  A candle guttering in 
the corner.

Creaks from the couch as bodies move slowly.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.

Well-worn paths leading to familiar delights.  Never perfect, always 
perfecting.

Old joys remembered, old pains forgotten.  Another gasp.

Ever-changing landscapes as the journey continues.  Mountains still to 
climb.

Slow urgencies; quickening pulses.  Discarded clothing wet in the sink.

An owl hooting out in the night; unheard, unremembered.  Deepening 
needs.

Pale logs all around, reflecting amber light; knotted eyes watching 
mutely.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.

A small gust of wind; crackles and sparks up the chimney.  A bite on the 
shoulder.

One dam giving way.  Gentle avalanches.

Sweat mingling with other fluids; urgency redoubled.  Harsh breaths.

Lost in the moment, lost to the world.  Sweet agony sought and found.

Waves rolling onto a pebbled shore; spray thrown high.  Sighs and 
groans.

A sudden chill; covers pulled close.  Roses on silk on satin on velvet.

Footsteps on a sandy beach, two paths intertwined.  Wind erasing their 
memory.

Hand in glove; sugar and spice.


<Fin>

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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