- Edward Hamilton

Innocently, she would smile. She moves in closer. He loves her scent. He inhales her in deeply and feels he can almost taste her. She would loose her self in her lovers’ fragrance. Nothing would be able to ruin such a safe moment. He would reach up stretching his neck until he would come close to reaching her lips and they would playfully tease one another which added to the excitement of the moment. He would stray to the side of her face kissing her slowly and lovingly. He feels and follows were she wants to be kissed gently and knows were to be firm. He feels her energy lead further down her neck as he keeps on giving his own to her through his hugs and caresses. She praises him. She agrees repetitively to him as shockwaves and goose flesh take over her increasingly warm body. He shows her he is happy receiving and in turn he gives back as she absorbs all his love, all his energy. She loves. She accepts his attention willingly as she runs her nails down his back.

Indulging in the highest of highs. Being comfortable being so comfortable in front of one an other, being so tuned to one an other, being inside one another. The smile in her eyes, so peaceful. She moves closer to her soul mate and she is lost in his innocent smile. She whispers again the words she loves to say to him. She smiles, she is at peace within, with no distraction, no doubt, no worries. She is one with him. Careful enough, she slides her fingers across his lips. She stares. She is caught. She is so happy she thinks she might cry. He knows. He knows the depths and the lengths of what she constantly gives him. Every minute of the day. Love under no rule, love with no boundaries, love with not one stray paranoid doubt that might ruin the perfect moment. He moves in closer and in return he embraces her gently. With the lightest touch of his finger he would slide up towards her thighs, gently caressing her soft, silk like skin. He would focus all his energy on that one spot. Her body spoke to him. He knew. He felt. He felt what and were to focus. Her body was in tune with his hands, he felt the way and the place he had to move to, just like checkpoints on a map that he followed. No movement planned, everything flowed out through his arms into her, and she, in return, would reciprocate by channeling back her love through her touch. She would shiver, she would sigh.

They would breathe eachother in, in perfect harmony accompanied by the ever increasing beat of their hearts as they danced and made beautiful music. Color and love echoed within the four walls. Their energy combined was strong and immense and as they sunk deeper into eachother, things flowed naturally, in sync and in love. She would purr softly in times of love and would growl passionately in times of lust. They would sweat, they would tire. They would shiver and they would fly together higher and higher. Higher than the last time and higher than anticipated, they would cave in to the primary temptations and pleasures between them. He would run his tongue up and down her neck, stopping at every point were she most enjoyed and appreciated. She acknowledges with a slight moan as brief shivers would run down the back of her neck all the way down through her body. She smiles, she rubs her bare chest against his and she looks at the two bodies shifting left and shifting right and is captivated by the way they glisten in the candle light, and the way they moved together.

The warmth and the greatly arousing sense of touch makes her sink deeper and deeper into this world were she feels uninhibited, confident and powerful in her own skin and as her energy increases, she feels like she cant rise any higher, she feels like she could let go of all anchors and break out into a moan that would echo off into the empty house. She bites her lower lip and clenches the sheets within her fists and forcefully makes her way to the side of him and with thighs rubbing, chest pulsing and lips still locked in what might have been the longest kiss they would ever share, she finds her self leading this decadent dance. She is strong, passionate and on the verge of giving in again, yet she doesn’t want this moment to end. She tells him she wants this feeling to last for ever.

His eyes want to remain shut because it feels like a dream, yet he slowly opens them just to glance at her beautiful bare body and its movements and the way that every sensitive part on his body coincides with each of hers. He feels he could drift off deeper and deeper in this trance they have created together. They hug tighter and tighter. They move together faster and faster and the their bodies at this point are molded into one as they both breath in eachother for the last few intense and passionate moments ahead. Time seems to have stood still. They both let go and shockwaves of pleasure race through each others body he feels like his toes could curl backwards. Limbs tense up and she trembles gently, she smiles and can hardly contain her self. She keeps on swaying back and forth until coming to a slow halt. He stretches his neck backwards whilst holding on to her, pressing their bodies together as they both take one last long deep breath before their two bodies would lie motionless.

The sound of a kiss, gentle and moist as she sighs with relief. Embracing one another they hold eachother and speak to each other with smiles and blinks. They are free. They are one. They feel the love and the special bond that they share that makes such highs a reality for them.

“I can’t let go” she would say.

“I can’t hug you strong enough” he would reply with a smile on his face.