A second sacred

New Order - Confusion (Pump panel remix)

The passion had danced.  In building waves they crashed onto the shore.  Energy crescendo, followed by a moment of retreat, only to return more intense the frenzied hunger of the last hour had carried.  The walls served as silent witness to the play. In the aftermath, the tussled compliance of the bed displayed even its exhausted willingness.

But now, she stood to the side.  Her skin shone despite distraction.  It radiated the latent longing to remain though she would have to leave.  Her mind tormented as she had to go all the while her heart pressed for pause.  In looking at her, he too, was desperate for her to stay.  She was more beautiful than she would ever know.  Even if she was looking away.  Caught in the crisis of a looming deadline.  He knew.  He didn't like it, but he knew.  

In the battle of brain over body, his primal cry was defining.  He decided to form his own protest.  If she couldn't stay he would absorb all that was her.  If she had to rush, he was determined to savor every moment... every movement... every... second.  But had the waves ceased or were they only building to a epic Tsunami?  A question for each passing, each building, second.

She was in the middle of a reluctant recession.  She had already donned the stylish black shirt.  She was preoccupied.  Her mind caught in the contrast.  She longed to stay, but she had to go... she had to.  The little death took a small silent portion of her mind.  She had to focus.  She had to get ready.

But he, he could see.  He observed in silent wonder.  The fabric clung and caressed her supple and delicate form.  The textured fabric stood in stark contrast to the smoothness of her neck.  Her perfectly formed almost arrogant breasts jutted proudly forth  She pulling up the matching black shorts.  The air thickened by the presence of passions building between the two.  Her desperate longing to stay was the whispering call of the siren in her mind.  His desire stalked like a puma waiting for the moment.  The second.  The time to strike.  His eyes focused.  The time would arrive soon, he knew.

The perfect time arrived when she had her hands occupied.  They were busy placing the sharp silver accent of the earring into her ear.  This is when his stalk began the slow advance.  In a movement slow but strong he began to stoke along her inner thigh.  He could see the desire build in her eyes.  Her movements to attach the pin to the earring slowed.  His hand steady, intent, rose.  Her eyelids grew heavy with desire.  His hand passed the cuff of her shorts.  Higher and higher.  Her eyes closed.  Her hands froze while his hands rose, higher and higher.

Standing slowly he moved behind her.  One hand continued its rise.  His other hand moved towards her stomach.  While her hands remained frozen, her eyes remained closed focusing on the desire building in her soul.  Her only movement was to press her body back and lean into his advance.  His hand traced along the periphery.  Back and forth, The slow advance followed by the retreat.  The Tsunami was building.  His other hand circled around her trembling stomach feeling her craven yearning wanting, waiting, desperate for release.

Yet he continued the trace.  The build. Until...

In a turning lean, she revealed her consuming desire.  Passions primal erupted, with a silken slide the Rubicon was crossed.  Passion fell in an engulfing deluge as the crest of primal waves of passion fell over the two.  In a response to the primitive the two forgot all save the other.  Eden would be reclaimed, if only for a moment.  In this moment were time was supposed to be all, the two would hold off time, if only to spare another second in the sacred.