Twisting, turning, hot passion in the night. Alone but together. They reach towards each other the miles separating them torn apart by the dream. Their touch is fire, hot and burning. The ice running through their veins sending steam in the air. They are hot and cold, heat and cool, opposites attracted by more than magnetism, stronger than any pull.
Her lips touch his and they burn and burst, his tongue slides in her mouth and floods her with emotion. She reaches and pulls him into her. They merge and are one. Their bodies move with a mind of it’s own. Animal instinct fueled by human intellect charged with powerful emotion. Suns shine cold in comparison to their radiation.
His hands on her neck, followed by his kiss. She turns taking him, guiding him flowing beneath his hands as he takes her where she needs to be. He fills her even though he isn’t there. He holds her in his heart, in a warmth, a cradle, a protection of love, where she fits like no other. She’s made herself not at home but made it part of her.
He sees her as she is and sees light. Beauty fades as he looks in her eyes. He sees neither old nor young but eternity. He longs to spend eternity looking in her eyes, holding her hand. She looks back and sees the reflection of him in her eyes. He is her vision. The sight she sees is him. In the sky, the trees, the city line. They are him, he has taught her to see, opened her eyes, shined in her world. She closes her eyes and sees him. The depth of him. His soul.
The light fades through the morning and they retreat from the dream. Her body tingles with the touch of his fingertips. His body aches with his need. Their conscious floats then they sink into each others respective homes. This corporal shell this fragile place. She looks. He’s lying beside her again. She closes her eyes and sleeps.
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