An intolerable euphoria swelled within him. How long could he bear to touch such beauty? It felt as if his whole life’s yearning was rising to demand release.
He felt her fully present in all her complex mix of emotions and fears. She was real to him and he only wanted to honor her with his desires. She was beautiful as she received him and her eyes became childlike, filled with a longing for the completion of this ancient sacrament. Her eyes said to him that it was time.
He felt the moment of tipping like a seismic shift underneath them beyond his control. The pent...
You daughter stirs as I enter you. In her room next door, she chirps her imagined story for an audience of dolls. Her sweet voice fills our room as the same sunlight waking her paints your breasts with a glow.
I see pride in your eyes as we find our rhythm, remembering what you have made. I relax into your warm center and imagine her birth. “You are beautiful,” I whisper, and you smile. My head spins with the mix of your baby’s voice accompanied by her mother’s happy cries.