Sunday Scribblings: Passion
The Touch of Oneness
He approaches from behind as the candle-shadows paint her features soft and orange;
pale skin, naked and freckled, she shivers as his hip aligns with her own.
Rough hands settle on her waist, wander over the rise of her pelvis and settle across her navel;
he leans in close to her ear, sighs, blows hot breath and her skin goes prickly with flush gooseflesh.
Fingers kneed her narrow ribcage and hands gently cup her breasts in tandem, his lips caress the nape of her neck;
breath, hot, steamy, as the lovers swoon and begin to grind in a dance themed with the song of passion.
Both excited they shudder, she turns into him and her dainty hands claw rough across his chest, fingers encircle his nipples and he groans;
lips find a mate in the other, legs intertwine, hands left to caress warm skin gone musky with desire.
The moment arrives, two becomes one;
sounds of desire rise staccato, erotic.
He approaches from behind as the candle-shadows paint her features soft and orange;
pale skin, naked and freckled, she shivers as his hip aligns with her own.
Rough hands settle on her waist, wander over the rise of her pelvis and settle across her navel;
he leans in close to her ear, sighs, blows hot breath and her skin goes prickly with flush gooseflesh.
Fingers kneed her narrow ribcage and hands gently cup her breasts in tandem, his lips caress the nape of her neck;
breath, hot, steamy, as the lovers swoon and begin to grind in a dance themed with the song of passion.
Both excited they shudder, she turns into him and her dainty hands claw rough across his chest, fingers encircle his nipples and he groans;
lips find a mate in the other, legs intertwine, hands left to caress warm skin gone musky with desire.
The moment arrives, two becomes one;
sounds of desire rise staccato, erotic.
Comments
I think I need to go take my temperature.
chequered shadows
Never mind. I think I'll head off and see how one can become one. Obviously that little maneuver makes typing problematic :)