The Heart - Sex Stories

The Heart

... want to know what he was writing. Emily finished stacking the mugs, then picked up the coffee pot and came over to top off Walter’s coffee. “Read something to me!” she suddenly blurted out, surprising herself. “What?” Walter said, startled out of his trance and looking up at Emily. “Sorry to interrupt, but I want you to read something to me. What were you just writing?” Stunned by Emily’s question, he stared at her. “You want me to read something?” “Yes, you said you would read something to me sometime. I’m so curious about what you’re writing. I know it’s none of my business, so it’s okay if you don’t want to.” Walter looked at her, still surprised at her bluntness. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted you.” “No, that’s alright. Thank you for asking,” Walter answered. “Thank you for being interested.” “I am interested,” she said, surprised by his thanking her. “I’m not usually this rude.” “I’m glad you asked. I’ve wanted to read something to you for a long time but was afraid to say anything, so really, thank you for asking. You made it easier for me, but I must admit you took me by surprise.” “I was afraid to ask you, but watching you write so intensely made me so curious. I couldn’t help it.” Walter smiled again, their gazes meeting, neither of them speaking, the silence like the silence between notes of music, a silent pause that was as much a part of the music as the music. He took a deep breath and glanced down at his writing. “I started this poem this morning when it ...

... was still dark out and I stood at the window, looking up at the stars. It was just before dawn. It’s not finished, but I’ll read what I’ve written so far. “Great. I’m all ears.” Emily felt her fascination for this strange man growing. She watched him looking down at his words, closing his eyes as if gathering up his courage to read to her. “It’s called, ‘Good Morning Stars,’” he said, then took another deep breath before reading. Good morning, stars-- again our orbits cross, and I see your worlds high above my life, my eyes touching you, millions of miles away where we meet each dawn, your burning worlds swirling, though some are embers now, burnt out light years ago— a state I cannot know since news travels slowly across the universe and yet, your fire in my eyes pulls me towards your glow, and makes me wonder--am I with you high above my life? Are you burning in my mind, the universe inside of me, here where I spin through darkness never certain where my existence begins and ends? When he stopped, he took a deep breath and looked up at Emily. “That’s it so far. It’s not finished.” At first, Emily didn’t say anything but thought about what she had just heard and noticed the twinkle in his blue eyes behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Wow! That’s amazing. I can’t believe you wrote that. It’s so cosmic.” “I can’t believe I wrote it either,” he said. “This is all new to me. I never thought about the stars, or the universe, or nature and my spirit.” “What do you mean?” she asked, ...