We’re old and familiar to one another; we fit together as snugly as two puzzle pieces that form the corner piece of some bigger picture. His arms are warm and wrap tightly around my waist, the coiled muscles and strong tendons sculpting themselves, molding to my body like an extension of self. My ear finds the heartbeat in his chest and I listen intently to the rhythm that pulses beneath his skin in the cage of his ribs, each throb like the flutter of a captive bird.
The house is quiet and we lay undisturbed as he trails kisses along my collarbone and the slim, smooth column of my neck. His palms and fingertips touch everywhere, sliding along my skin with an intimacy borne of long nights spent tangled up in a passionate embrace. The embers of desire still kindle in my gut with a single, solitary brush of his hand against mine and when the flames are fanned into a glowing blaze of something more, it’s always just as beautiful and electrifying as that first night we spent together, so many years ago. He comes to me with an intensity that never seems to wane, and I go to him with a fervor unlike any other.
His mouth is by turns gentle and aggressive, a sinful but powerful blend of unabashed affection that is by far the best aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. He only has to kiss me lightly and I’m already falling into the deep crimson tide of his love. The world goes hazy and everything flickers out of focus - everything that is, except him. Even in the wildest throes of passion, when he’s moving over me, in me, and nearly *through* me, I can see his face and the remarkable azure of his eyes boring into mine.
And when, at long last, we nudge one another over the edge of all that is earthly, we spiral together up toward the sun, hands clasped and bodies fused like two vorcel hawks caught in a madly twisting air current. We soar on wings of passion, gliding through a sea of pleasure that erases everything but the feel of his mouth on mine.
An incredible feeling of suspension overtakes me, time after time. He knows every line, every curve of my body and loves me like no other ever could. It’s suspension without suspense. I don’t have to worry about waking up from this ephemeral dream because I know it’s here to stay. He will go on loving me, and we will keep on spiraling together with easy familiarity, for as long as we’re both here on this Earth.