He sat in the corner of their bedroom, drinking down the fire to reignite the embers that burned inside of him. He thought all day of her. The way she moved, the curves of her sides moving in a slithering motion to grab his attention. Her hips gyrating to a drum beat so primal the earth could only produce it. Her hair danced around her shoulders and face as she touched up in front of the mirror. His mind always went to her body.
The way it caved into his touch, how his hot breath pulled urges from her like no other man could. How her back arched so high when she felt the mountain of pleasure ready to crumble at his command. Her sultry talk dripping from her lips bringing him to the edge of a death that he will always come back to, no matter how many times he wanted to walk the other way.
Rolling around in the sweet sheets of their making, the puddle of lust pooled around them, each of them taking turns swimming in it. His hands in her hair, controlling her movements to succumb to his manipulations of his mouth. Pushing her farther then she wanted to be pushed. Tasting the flavor of her for the millionth time and for the millionth time more, he savored the bitter sweetness of her.
His mind races back to his thoughts if she thinks of him in the same way that he does her. Does she feel him when he is not around, does she think of him when she suffers, when she cries like he does for her. When she wants him to sooth the burning sensation that rushes up her body when she feels the passion building as the beating of the drum that only she can hear beginning to play.
Their bodies held on to one another so tight their flesh molded into one being. He didn’t want to let go of her, letting time slip by. The clock stopped ticking, it was only this…the passion that burned him. To feel her breast heaving for the next moment she needed air, feeling her legs wrap around him to hold him tight in place. The mere thought to letting go caused him to go crazy. He let his body and mind drift into her. Letting go of reason, just being there with her. Her eyes flashed of amusement at his willingness to give into her.
The game of who was in control revealed itself to him. She entrapped him with her words of love and affection. She made him surrender his heart at the altar of her body. And he kneeled in front of her and worshiped her, prayed at her center of life. Giving offerings of secrets and promises.
Seeing her face covered in bliss and joy at his offerings, he felt is mind still wonder if she thought of him, if he is her only one. The surroundings sweltered from their intimate embrace, the gods themselves blushed with jealousy of the praise she was getting and not them. The way his body rocked on top of her, how her body received him over and over. Uttering his praises to the gods who came before her could hear and bless the prayer to come true. How she never wanted him to stop, digging further to make him stay longer, to make the heavens explored with her.
He only rejoiced at her prayer for him. His thoughts were answered, how she wanted him just as deeply and madly as he did. Sensing her pending explosion, his words to get her to the tipping point of crumbling, she opened her eyes and staring back was a creature of full desire and lust. Her eyes bore into him with a fiery depth of want, his body released a breath of life into them both, that will bring about a new galaxy. Their bodies slowed, and their breathing ran to catch up to their still bodies.
For hours he stared at the women in his arms, her eyes closed with an exhaustion that breathing became a labored chore. He let his hands trail on her body, making new areas to begin another prayer to be said. He will always see her as the goddess and he will always be her reverent disciple.
