The wind bellowed throughout the room as you opened the shutters. Your soft skin glistening in the late ours of midnight. The moon only a crescent. As you walked back to the bed one could only feel the same longing that one might feel for the dead or for death. A shiver ran up my spine. Which could have been the chilled wind as it brushed by, but I suspect that it was the animal I saw prowling before me. This sensual creature. This beauty. Your lips were like satin on mine and your chest heaving as you breathed, making your breasts gloat in the light of the moon. Every gentle tug at my hair and ever scratch you so lovingly forced upon me was a gift. The sheer force of your persistence to make me penetrate was intoxicating and with ever given thrust I fell farther into your love. The sweat that slowly trickled down your body fell to mine and made me quiver with a lust I'd never known. The feeling of your sweet embrace lingering always in my stomach like butterflies. My heart was yours as was my body to do with as you pleased and the result did not fall short from a lustful response. Your grip matched by the power of your hips which swayed like the wind with every motion. Clinging tightly to the bedpost I can't help but to relieve myself of all that i held from you. All that which I'd wanted to give to you. The sounds of your moaning pervading the room and the power of your final thrust left me motionless and exhausted. Your body quivering as I'd filled you up.
