When theykissed it was as if nothing else existed. The room, unremarkable, bland, swirled about and faded intonothingness. Their universe was a sphereten feet across and they were its centre.
Her lipswere as soft as the petals of a rose, her breath like sugar upon histongue. He was lost in the sensation ofher, of her body against his. He soughther out with a hunger, a need both physical and emotional.
Findingher hair his fingers wrapped themselves amongst the silken curls that caughtthe sunlight. He pressed her closer tohim, pressed his lips into her, his tongue sought her out. She opened her mouth and willingly acceptedhis offering.
Yearspassed, or maybe seconds before either was able to stop, gasping, panting andrealize what was happening. It was themoment, the pair of them, their hunger, their completeness in that place.
Theymoved backwards, a concerted stagger where they never lost contact, never brokethe connection. He sat back on the couchand pulled her on top of him. She knelt,knees on either side of his lap, sitting on him, leaning into him. The kiss returned, the magic unbroken.
Theyexplored each other, they felt each other, they found that missing piece ofthemselves buried there in a strangers heart. With that discovery came answers, all the words that had escaped them,all the feelings they had thought they were missing flooded out and into eachother. They knew now what they had beensearching for all their lives.
Yearslater, or maybe minutes, and then they both knew what they needed, what theywanted. They rose without words, withoutrequest, without the need for either. Clothes were tossed aside as unnecessary encumbrances useful only tolesser beings. In love they had becomegods.
Theymoved like ships upon the ocean, their swells and winds, troughs and crestswere all navigated through until they knew all that was left was to findthemselves deep in each others shores. He moved above her and gazed into his eyes. He held her, trapped beneath him, ready forhim and yet worried by him. She couldforce him away with a fingertip and yet draw him in with a smile.
Shesmiled.
Theyfound each other gently, they found each other willfully, they found each otherforcefully. They explored and tried,moved and repositioned. They moved slowlyand they moved with all the needs and desires they could find. When finally they both had found that whichthey needed they moved to each other in gentle consideration.
Words oflove were spoken, quotes of adoration, of admiration, of kindness. No hollow words, no empty phrases, thisbarrier had been crossed and in its crossing was an entrance to a newlife.
The yearspassed as all years must. The childrenwho met were the adults now since gone, they grey heads that remained. The room they met in had been replaced timesover, the memory of the building itself held only in their hearts. And in their hearts remained the passion, theneed, the love that had flourished when first they prayed.
C. Murray (c)
CA
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