Take your hand and place it over their heart. Breath in and breath out, pressing your hand against their warm flesh so that you feel their heart pulsing through your palm. So close you can inhale their exhalation. A whisper of what was them inside of you now.
It dips down into the most private parts of you and settles all warm, lucid, aware of you, latching on, spreading out. Nudging you beyond your boundaries. Inviting you in and wrapping you in a cocoon of nurture. You feel the silky ribbons curling around your toes and climbing your waist.
It mists your eyes and dampens your lips. With honey sweet drops, it softens your edges and glistens your soul. It makes you forget to scrutinize. It takes away your anger, your despair, your judgement.
Desire will own you. Push you past your demure, sensitive moments and strip away your vanity and your shyness. The beginning blush of skin. Trickle of sweat between your shoulder blades. The rush of warmth to your face, the quickening of your blood, the heat that begs to be touched by a whisper, by a promise.
It will torment every dream and you will twist and whorl. Moist and crazed for the taste of salt on your lips. Tangled in the tendrils and helpless to it’s whimsy.
Until you give in.
Dovetail with another feeling the swelter of skin. Pushing against, pushing aside, pushing inside. Everything becomes one thing and becomes everything. Nothing more exists except the need to possess. And you hold on. And you let loose. Focus on that tiny point somewhere in the cosmos that screams your name and begs in fevered earnestness for your primal self to claw it’s way to the surface and indulge the passionate blaze.
Digging in with your nails, you embrace. Making fast with your teeth, you connect. Encircling with your limbs, you enclose, you embody, you possess, you own.
Every secret is exposed.
You are bare, you are raw, you are vulnerable. Deliciously twisted like the Celtic knot.
As two become one, become two, become one. Your existence sustained in the centrifugal force of each other. Culminating in a pitch high above the stars, far below the moon and as scorching hot as the sun.
I lay on my tiny, sated belly. I close my eyes and nuzzle the soft grass beneath my cheek. I raise my diminutive, delicate wings to the sky and rub them together making music, like the bow slowly caressing the strings of a Stradivarius. It is a song heard by many, but answered by few, and I will keep playing the melody, even as I sleep. I will dream and the world will stand guard, for there is nothing so desired as Passion.
It is good here.
Here with you.
Can you feel the beat of my heart now?