She found it in the rain that would no longer drench. In the claw & in the bite that no longer produced a stream of blood. In the storms no longer sent...in the pain none could invent. In the screams that no longer produced a sound. When all became settled, set and done..."the same as it ever was", she knew that in that moment...what she wanted...was "more".
The rustled bed, the heavy heart a moonlit moment makes full and the smile at the waking with a thirst unquenched...just inches away from satisfaction. With nothing needing to be said in all that's left to do. Desiring the purposed sunrise inspired tender kiss that leads the bold towards the inevitable climb into peaks and supple valleys that fit perfectly where they must. To be tasted from hand to mouth and everything else designed for such a meal. From soft and steady to hard and ready. The rock, the roll, in both body...and soul. The wanting, the longing, the taking...the having and having again. To be entranced in the moment where position and motion instinctively lead into a climactic dance designed solely by this distinct combination. To be induced into that uncontrollable thrust that tightens thighs and shutters rolled back eyes unseen. To find comfort in the moment her inner thigh would bare witness to as it rested on his nakedness. For him to lay there by her side, satiated by her skin till it became his blanket...warming him still...as another session loomed in the distance.
To seek it even now as restless hands seek place to steady until her passions' implosion slowly re-ignites through the sheer will of animalistic desire. Her dew spilled sweet to now arrive and whisper soft..."you're still alive" ;-)
~apollo
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