This is something I wrote a few years back that I just found lurking on my computer so standard will not be as high as some of my work. The man involved can be whoever you want him to be.
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
'All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath
and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love'- Sarah McLachlan, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
The sensation of swollen lips against swollen lips was almost too much, pure hedonism.
Time seemed to stand still yet every feeling, every touch and caress filled the empty time with painful perfection. Bodies responded unconsciously to feather strokes, persuasive groping, hard kisses and sharp bites.
Gasps, heavenly sighs, low giggles and whispered promises of love could be heard over heavy rasping breath.
Every feeling exaggerated almost to the point of being ridiculous. But the wait had been so long and now electricity flew between them.
Bruised lips, silk soft skin, gently callous fingers, slithering tongues, smooth and smothering hair everything so familiar but nether old.
Both open and honest, holding nothing back, both so complete they don't want it to end.
Emotions tumble like running water.
Red passion, volatile and explosive, easily slips into rage.
Yellow perfection, peace and calm that comes with total openness.
Gold luxury, stimulating and rich something to make it all worthwhile.
Green, vibrant and natural a hidden vein of jealousy that ignites red passion.
Brown velvet ample with honesty and trust.
Tickling breath smoothing hot skin.
Contact never broken. Hands held tightly, fingers entwined as if they were one.
And how could they be broken? Flaws had been accepted and loved just like the rest.
Hearts burned with fire, would it be all consuming?
So many questions all ignored.
Silence was perfection. Perfection was complex.
It was too much, but it wasn't enough. Forever was not possible but they had to try.
At that second all they need is this time. Kisses say sorry better than words.
Caresses show true scorching intent.
Through the flames they lived.
Then the release and with it a satisfying weight as a restless one is taken away.
Now the thoughts could flow free as could time like satin dancing in the wind.
Hearts pounded excitedly in the newly found calmness.
Hands gripped tighter.
An island of peace in a sea of struggle.
Whispers keep them safe.
"I won't fear love."