Marena, well rested and blissful, rose from the billowy,
encompassing bed, stretching her long arms into the air…….moving into a
graceful, gliding pirouette across the floor as her heart awoke as well. She had
spent a night in his arms, finally. He was off now fetching fresh bakery and
hot, dark coffee for their breakfast. He
was a splendid man, a gentle caring man, a friend already and a lover of song,
the road and the sky. A smile lived on her lips now as she summoned the memory
of their union last night.
He had taken his time; he knew he was burning memories into
his brain, as their time standing in the same space will be limited. He touched
her softly, as if she were a china doll, fragile and delicate, needing to be
handled with great care. As their dance of love deepened, as their passion
soared, his touch became more direct; searching her, every inch of her inside
and out…speaking soft words as his intention became harder. The perfect pace
and the perfect moment beautifully repeated until they lay spent in the arms of
each other…….both becoming more alive for the experience.
She allowed herself to be fully free, expressing every
desire and offering herself to his desires. It was all they needed, wanted and
hoped for, hope re-awakened in the dimly lit, candle filled room that had become the
birth place of their melded hearts.
Brought back to the present moment by the sound of the door
opening , the aromas of steeped, deep, dark coffee, French pastries, and
him filling her senses…. she grinned seductively as he approached her and
kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, m’lady”. “Welcome back to me, kind
sir” she whispered, as they melted into a long, grateful kiss…..
to be continued.....
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