She began to live again.
As her fingers skimmed the skin of her lover, touching, teasing.
The gentle touch of her lips on her lovers skin turning a key that had been long shut.
Her tongue trailing, outlining, tasting the woman beneath her.
The soft tremble of her lover, the quiet gasps and the quickening of her breath.
She felt it then, the awakening of her own skin, every touch, brush of skin on skin feeling electric.
Every part of her crying out to be touched as her fingers danced and moved on her lover.
Her soul awoke and her time would come once more.
Brae. A gay woman's tale! 