Soothing The Need

Her lips part to welcome the power of him inside of her.
The sway of the sheets paint entangled bodies in shadow murals on the walls in the dim flicker of the candlelight.
The floor lay littered with the remnants of fabric once covering the flesh they hurried to bare.
A hunger that waited so long to be soothed and fulfilled egnites a vision of chaos from door to bed.
And chaos still wrestled with passion in the heat of entangled bodies thrashing to meet ecstasy!
Her moans echoed the quiver of her tightening grip of him buried over and over again in her depths.
The unplanned ritual they had dreamed while cowering between another's sheets came to life in the arch of her back as the edge...the brink grew ever near.
The meeting of her sweet nector with the throbbing pulsating of his seed whispered "you are mine." In her ears.
A wait long and impatient becomes wandering hands amid shaky legs and sweat soaking bared flesh gluing breast to hand, back to chest, lush curves of hers to the strong confines of his longings.
And they lay still in the aftermath allowing every single pulsating twitch and throb, every breath be felt while their fire is entitled to burn ever more....
They move in sync, in tired limbs, in pleasure, in pain, while candles burn to die the sun rise lights the soaked and glistening skin that is them feeding ever still....