Soul Meets Body
A little drabble with some touching. Heh...
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Soul Meets Body
Content sighs. Heavy breaths. Soft purring. Music to the other's ears.
Soft stokes. Tangled limbs. Heated kisses. Bliss to their bodies.
Sensations. Emotions. Love. Satisfaction of the soul.
Breaths mingling, mixing with the noises of romance. Encouraging more passion, more affection, more warmth. Sounds of sweet whimpers and desire, of attachment and amour. Moaning, groaning, whispers of gentle 'I love you's', lingering on their lips as those words enter the other's ears. Those three words etching through their entire soul and body, craving a path towards the other's heart. A path waiting to be filled with more fervent feelings. Feelings which acted like fresh water. Cool, calming, cleansing to the spirit. Purifying and restoring.
Flowing golden blonde strands dancing with curly soft brown one's. Mimicking, mocking, complimenting each other. Azure orb's meshing with amber eyes. The sky meeting the Earth's soil. Trading secrets from the depths of the other's core. Trusting, acknowledging, accepting the need for the other. Never breaking contact or weakening. An alluring, enticing, mesmerizing gateway to the soul.
Lips and tongues. Leaving the remains of buring keenness. Cool moisture of liquid exposure on top of the hot surface of bare skin. Simply reinforcing the devotion each held for the other. Every peck, kiss, graze of the lips sending fiery cold chills along the spine. Dreamily hovering towards the heart. Contagious ecstasy.
Caresses of the hands. Tenderly, affectionately, lifting the other up. Protecting one another from the troubles within. Transmitting searing yet nippy shivers with every brush. Shaping, moulding, learning all crevices of the other's form. Commiting them to memory. Sultry trails dwell from all previous contact. Absorbed greedily by the libido. Yearning, longing, needing, wanting deeper palpation.
Love and lust. Intelligence and grace. The otter and the swan. Coinciding together in peaceful harmony. Never content without the other. Zelously, ardently, freely teasing and playing. The ability to make their beloved, their angel, their paramour writhe in rapture because the other's touch. The other's embrace. Paradise. Euphoria. The state of mind where all things are cherished, where every word, whimper and whisper are kept, where every fiber of the other's being screams for fidelities. This is where the otter resides with the swan. Where soul meets body.