The Union

Two souls as one, filling the void, feeding the hunger, embracing. A slow awakening, built slowly, brick by brick, enticing, tempting, slowly satisfying. Accelerating pace, a growing need, drawing close, hold fast, on a wild ride, with reigns of flesh, guiding the melodious movement to a tetany of pleasure. A symphony of locomotion, with entangled limbs, surfing the waves of ectasy, both rising with the crescendo and crashing into the trough in unison. Nestled together, like spoons in a drawer, toes unfurl, breathing relaxes, the flight ends once more.