Heaven's On Fire |Dimebag Darrell

Secrets Can Break A Bond

April 29th, 1997

  Waking up, I was welcomed to the sun warming up my skin. What I wasn't welcomed by was my husband next to me, leaving me alone in our big bed. Surprisingly I wasn't hungover, but I was quickly reminded by the ache of my body from the love making I had with my husband. Smirking at myself with the visual still running through my mind, making me miss my partner and his company. Looking around the floor where our discarded clothes laid, I grabbed Darrell's Washburn shirt to throw on before grabbing a fresh pair of panties.

  Instantly I could hear a guitar being strummed the moment I stepped out into the hallway, following the sound towards our living room where I saw Darrell sitting in one of our loveseats in nothing but cotton shorts. Strumming on his famous DFH as he stared out the window that looked out into our yard where the pool was. With the sun being out, it lit up our living room perfectly and gave Darrell an almost angelic look. I didn't want to disturb him while he was in his head space, but I had this overwhelming feeling of needing to be near him.

  Darrell had not noticed my presence till I was almost in front of him, rewarding me with the very smile that causes my heart to skip, even after all these years. No other man has ever had this type of effect on me like Darrell had. Moving his guitar to the side, Darrell tapped his bare chest before opening his arms out towards me, "come here baby." Taking him up on the invite, I crawled into his lap, laying my back up against his chest. Darrell reached over and placed his guitar in my lap where he began playing again, his arms fully around me. Finally feeling content, I laid my head back against his shoulder and closed my eyes. Soon the familiar tune of Cemetery Gates were being strummed, causing me to giggle from the memory of Darrell teaching me how to play the song. The song, I always felt was beautifully written and was easily one of my favorites from their Cowboys from Hell album. Second to Domination of course.

  Turning my head slightly towards him, my eyes still closed, I began to softly sing Phil's lines while Darrell continued to play those famous notes.

Reverend, Reverend, is this a conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins, an image beneath me
What's within our plans for life, it all seems so unreal
I'm a man cut in half in this world, left in my misery

  Darrell without messing up, leaned in and placed a meaningful kiss to my forehead. I knew that I had everything that I needed, right here with me. If you honestly told 18-year-old me, that one day I was going to be where I am today. With the Darrell Abbott, famous guitarist from a world-renowned heavy metal band. I would have laughed at you and thought you had lost your mind. Yet, if this was a dream, I never want to wake up.

  Darrell's strumming began to slow down, feeling him softly spread kisses along my neck. The playing stopped all together when he set his ML off to the side of the chair, giving me his full attention now. They started out of pecks, but eventually they became small nibbles here and there, finally causing me to moan softly. My body was already responding to which so was Darrell's.

  Darrell groaned with pleasure before pulling my chin towards him, capturing my lips with his, swallowing any moans that were to slip. A passionate kiss as our tongue's danced for dominance. We both knew that it wasn't too long ago since our last intimate moment together, but we needed our next fix. Turning around in Darrell's lap which had his growing cock rub up against me just right. I was having the same effects on him just as much as he had on me, knowing this had me feeling wet and needy.

  Goosebumps spread along my skin the moment his hands snuck under the shirt I was wearing, not taking long to find my bare breast and rub my pierced nipple. Darrell with his face close to mine, "I need you baby. I need to feel you," his lips barely grazing my cheek as he huffed with need. I turned towards him and locked eyes, "take me," I barely whispered. The comforting blues were no longer staring back at me as his eyes changed to those familiar greys.