My wait was over.

I looked to her expectantly and with longing eyes, wishing and willing her to speak. Why would she not speak? Must I be the first to break this silence? So be it then. I asked her. At first she gave no reply, but after I repeated the question a second time she smiled and held open her long, delicate arms. Oh, how I longed to be held in those arms! She came to me then. She did not move, not a muscle, instead she was merely in one place at one moment and beside me the next. I could smell her sweet scent, I could almost feel her! My eyes travelled all over her nubile body, devouring her flesh.

My heartbeat quickened with her nearness, and I felt my desires peak as I had never felt them before. She leaned even closer to me, her lips almost touching mine. I felt myself begin to quiver as if ill, but I knew it not to be illness. It was lust and desire. A deep, life long desire that needed to be satiated and could only find fulfilment with her on this night, with Lilith on Walpurgis night.

" You wish me to kiss you.", she said with a voice that was silken and like the crystal clear water of a spring brook.

" Please!?", I breathed with a yearning she understood.

I shall never forget her kiss, a kiss I had waited a life time for. Her crimson lips, so luscious and full, brushed against my own. I closed my eyes and ventured to return her kiss, but her lips moved on. They touched my chin and swept down, down onto my throat. I felt her hot breath as those luscious lips stopped upon my skin, and I knew she had found my pulsing vein, the vein whose blood throbbed with my lust. And I heard her low moan, a moan of pleasure, almost erotic and sexual. Unlike her moan I let out a whimper as I felt a quick, sharp pain, like two needles pricking my skin. And I felt liquid warmth run down my neck to soak the collar of my night shirt.

The pain was only brief, however, and on its heels followed a wonderful bliss. All at once I heard each and every sound amplified a hundred fold. I was aware that it was raining out side, and beyond the rain was the sound of trees whispering, and beyond the trees, (or rather, within them), the pixies and dryads singing and laughing. But the visions seemed to wash away and I felt that I was falling, falling through steeped darkness and all about me was the incessant ticking of a clock. It surrounded me and became the rhythm which bore me on through this eternal dreamscape. I soared on highs and dipped down to horrific lows, and always there was the ticking of the clock and warmth like running water. Too soon, though, it seemed the dream was slipping away, or perhaps I was. Perhaps I was moving away from the dream, from that realm where lust is satisfied.

And I was satisfied.

The ticking was gone, faded into the darkness. I opened my eyes and was startled to find that I was lying above the covers of my bed in a rather odd posture. It was disturbing for it was the way a dead man lies in his coffin, straight and rigid with hands folded over breast.

The moon still shone into my chamber. The clouds still hung heavy with their darkness, and the owl still held his perch, but Lilith, my darling Lilith, was no where to be seen. I tried to call her name, but naught escaped my throat. Instead I felt extreme discomfort in trying to speak. It seemed that my throat felt very much on fire and I reached for the decanter of water at my bedside. I sipped eagerly from it and eventually was successful in quenching the flames. I sat up, quite like a young child, upon my knees and looked out my window. That wise, old owl stared back at me and I somehow knew that he had seen all, yet she was gone and he gave no token as to where.