The Shattered Gem - Sex Stories

The Shattered Gem

Most pleasing to the eye and the soul. Your entry was like a swan, pearl-like on a glimmering pond. Gliding your way into my heart as a friend and a jewel to be treasured. Polishing your luster so it sparkled with a purpose. For I knew that you were delicate and needed tender care. I was there. Time, time was never a worry as your worth was beyond measure on earthly scales. I could balance you on my hands above the crowd, the open mouthed audience of praisers appraising. With frolicking and flirtatious spins and swirls we used the stage as a world of our own to shine. They could look in and envy but never be a part of our dance of love and delight. Until I alit gracelessly upon the hard, cold boards of reality. When I brought my hands to your cheeks you thrust them away, away, away. I stumbled, and I tripped, and I cried out in silence for guidance and understanding, just a touch. I turned and walked away. Someday perhaps my soul may know, you will show me where it went. Why I lost it, the desire in your eyes, it died, no glimmer was left to light my path away. Even a heart may shatter like a fragile gem.