Diffuse haze

Donna Summer I feel love (maxi drive remix)

In the diffuse haze of light softened by its pass through the curtain was where she lay.  Her lithe form lay; waiting, smiling, beckoning.   His soft kiss traveling trace landed in soft slight teases across her skin.  With each electric brush, each contact gently stoked her fire.  The gentle breath of seduction rose.  The unconscious longing of her hips drunken rise followed by the rhythmic recoil proved that she was so heated, so soft, so ready.

 He knew there was no need to rush.  Every contact was savored.  One of her hands drew along her skin, longing to greet him, to guide him.  Her other hand tried to dissipate the tension of her building want by clenching into a tightening and releasing grip.  Her head arched.  The slow draw, the soft bite of her lip as she turned her head to the side spoke of her desire.  As she longed for his rise to meet the apex, she surrendered herself to the delight of anticipation.

Soft, slow, sure, he rose.  The electric touch of his kiss met her rising heat.  Hands that had pressed to guide slowly caressed his head.  It measured movements tenuiously holding her desire, she drew him higher.  His kisses, tasting skin so soft, so sweet were joined by his own hands pulling her tight.  Soft movements under, over, and across, pulled her closer.  So close.  All the while the undertow carried the desire of the union of the two, for separated hearts to beat in union.  The divided bodies, separated hearts would fuse into one.  All it would take was the moment more of a kiss lost in the heat of a diffuse haze.