Love Rekindled

As the years roll by, even in the closest marriage,
It is easy to become complacent, and careless,
Taking love for granted, forgetting those little things,
Touches of affection, the morning kiss, a quick hug,
Simple things that help keep a relationship alive.

So it is good to escape for a while, free from cares,
Away from the hurly burly of everyday life,
Just the two of us together without distractions,
A time to talk and laugh, or just to play silly games,
A time apart to rekindle the fires of first love.

Mindful of the danger of staleness, even boredom,
When the excitement of those early years of marriage
Is forgotten, my love and I sometimes run away
To a secluded place, a simple rural cottage,
Where alone, we can renew our mutual passion.

We sit by the fire in our little woodland retreat,
Cuddling in companionably intimate silence,
Occasionally whispering tender words of love,
And exchanging sweet kisses, blissfully contented
In the warmth and light of each other's adored presence.

A look, a touch, and a fire is kindled in our souls,
We rise as one, and walk hand in hand to the bedroom,
Where we leisurely undress, savouring each moment
Of slowly revealed nakedness, our passion growing
In eager anticipation of pleasures to come.

We lie down side by side upon the bed, delighting
In the blissful sensation of naked limbs entwined,
Holding each other close, fingers touching and stroking,
On a voyage of erotic exploration, deep
Into the dark maelstrom of arousal and desire.

I gently caress the soft under curve of her breasts,
And trace the line of their areolae with my fingers.
Leaning forward, I take a nipple between my lips,
And suckle it, until it grows and becomes erect,
Causing my lover to moan with burgeoning desire.

Then we kiss, our soft lips pressed together, and parting
To allow our twin dancing tongues to dart and explore,
Briefly touching, entwining, and then penetrating
Into the heart of the other's open mouth, sharing
Each passionate breath, hot with our mounting arousal.

I run my hand down the gentle swell of her belly,
Pausing just for a moment to stroke her naked mound
Before finding that dark secret place between her thighs,
Parting her swollen lips to plunge into her wetness,
Then up to enter the velvet centre of her sex.

Sighing, she lifts her hips to push against my fingers,
Her body tingling in excited anticipation
Of the climax that will sweep her away on a wave
Of overwhelming pleasure, her clitoris swelling
And hardening under the pressure of my palm.

Impatient to take our journey of mutual love
Onward to its divinely rapturous conclusion,
She exquisitely caresses my most private parts
And encircles my throbbing manhood with her fingers,
Guiding its swollen head to the gates of paradise.

I enter into the heat of her pulsating core
With one swift thrust of my hips, until my throbbing cock
Is wholly enfolded deep within its silken walls.
Pausing for a moment to savour the mystery
Of our union, we begin our journey to the stars.

Bodies moving together in rhythmic harmony,
We ride the waves of pleasure carrying us closer
To the heavenly shore of mutual ecstasy,
Each greater and more intense than its predecessor,
Overpowering our senses with wondering joy.

As the summit of rapture of orgasmic release
Gets nearer, our loving takes on new intensity,
The hot urgent thrusting of our limbs accompanied
By the music of our incoherent moans and cries,
Minds and bodies consumed by overwhelming desire.

As one, we finally cross the boundary to bliss,
Our bodies uniting in mutual ecstasy,
While the sweet paroxysms of pure physical pleasure
Transport us to a new world where we truly become
One person, eternally joined in mind and spirit.

In the euphoric aftermath of extreme passion,
A languorous glow of post orgasmic relaxation
Steals through our heavy limbs, and half sleeping, half awake,
We float above the world on clouds of blissful delight,
In the joy of simple reaffirmation of our love.

We will make physical love many times this weekend,
Sharing the unselfish gift of erotic pleasure,
But the memory that will continue to sustain us
When we return to the real world of daily living,
Will be the deeper communion of our mortal souls.