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Standing still, Tom studied her carefully as her soulful spirit seemed to shimmer against the sunlight. She barely moved – for she was at peace, both calm and serene – and therein he was assured she was alive and well. He inhaled sharply and her familiar essence filled his chest cavity and then his lungs, rejuvenating him from the inside out – organic, raw – for she was the salt of the earth … central to everything he was … and so much more.
Exhaling, he flexed his taut muscles, cleansing himself of those lingering stresses and allowed the evening sun to bask against his broad shoulders and therein was reminded of her soft caress and the way she coveted him so completely … and effortlessly … even breathing new life into his, at times.
He shifted on his feet and made to join her, but found himself hesitating. His eyes scanned her horizon instead where he regarded her majestic stance – the erogenous peaks and valleys of her terrain he knew so well – for she was predictable … until she wasn't. And that was just one of the things loved and cherished about her. For she was also … stunning … daring … limitless … tranquil … reckless … and impatient.
Smiling now, he watched her subtle movements – her body shimmying with fluidity as she did – her curves rolling under the sheath she lay beneath. The sun dipped lower into the sky and Tom squinted in response as the atmosphere behind them became an artist's blank canvas … a swirling wonderment of orange and pink and purple: the serenity under which they would sleep tonight.
He imagined her smile now – along with her familiar call, that unique way she whispered his name, like no other before her – no different than she called to him since their affair began. Urging him forward in mind, body and spirit now, Tom felt her familiar tug on his heartstrings wherein he attached his tether to hers and joined her without looking back – his hands moving against her topography – though in truth … he was just skimming the surface of everything that made her so damn special.
Connected now, she stroked his body tenderly … his heart rate accelerating, his pulse quickening as they established a tempo – he taking his commands from her – and she welcoming him into her world … if even for just this moment in time. Sliding deeper under her spell, he felt her undulating touch as she innately rolled inside of his warm embrace – allowing him to plunge deeper into her depths until he reached that echelon, the height of everything he ever wanted – that frenetic, enchanted place made from their instinctive and enduring give and take of one another. A misty, heaven-like plateau – where they would come together time and time again – where their limitations were diminished and their cries of hope and joy and love and lust and feral need for one another … lived in perpetuity.
Far beyond the place where they began their duet now, Tom caught his breath and looked back from whence he came where he privately marveled at her and all of her glory. Where he steadily watched her waves as they systematically crashed along the shoreline – the sun glistening against her body – the sky kissed with pink and purple hues … while the tide began to ebb along with his adrenaline rush … and he smiled into himself and paddled out for another try.
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