Morning light, shaped in golden threads, transforms the dreams of night into the day. The halo of the horizon was as gentle as a mother's hand. The clouds smile and dance, elated that they can love the Earth for another day.
The pale curtains add a soft glow to the light. The material of the bed linen is warm and soft beneath their skin. Of course, the linen was fresh; following an aftercare shower, the couple always made sure to change their sheets.
A deep sweetness in their souls, their hearts synchronizing in a slow, rhythmic pace. Silent crackles in their souls, more love is waiting for them.
Raven presses tender kisses into Garfield's back. She outlines gentle, loose patterns on patches of his skin. Some areas of his back were more detailed in texture than others; but that's what she loved about this man.
He came raw, he came just how he was.
Garfield takes in a breath, and stirs softly.
"Raven…"
He adored that her name was the first thing his heart wanted him to taste in the morning.
"Garfield."
She loved that his name was the first thing her heart wanted him to hear in the morning.
Garfield turns over to face Raven. He combs his hand through her dark violet hair, feeling the silken strands caress him. Her skin was smooth and porcelain-like, similar to a marble slate. The scarlet stone centered on her forehead aesthetically reflected the sunlight.
Her finger slides down his nose, she taps it lightly while her lips angle into a smile.
"Good morning, angel." Garfield greets with a raspy voice.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Her thumb strokes his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Groggy."
"I understand. You've gotta get some bed rest today, don't do too much."
Garfield yawns cutely.
"Mhm… yes. How's my Magic Munchkin holding up?"
Raven asserts. "Exhausted. My emotions… they're still piecing together after last night."
"I know, Rae. I can see it in your eyes," He kisses her stone. "I'll take care of you, though."
"I'll take care of you, too, babe."
Her purple eyes are hazy, lidded in love.
"What are you feeling besides being tired?" Garfield quizzes, pulling her thigh over his body.
Raven's fingers play with his ears as she talks.
"I don't know… this… feeling. I don't really have the words for it. That I… that I just let all of this emotion out, and my lover has the capacity not only to take it, but to love me after it. Love me before it, love me through it. All of it makes me feel… queasy, almost. In a good way. This feel, it's so fresh, sore, and sensitive. I love it."
Garfield replies. "I get it. You're so used to repressing emotions, so when we do these kinda things, you take a hit."
"Straight like that. I don't know if I should meditate or not. I'm not in the headspace for it, but again, it would be beneficial to my psyche."
"Take a rest from the routine if you need to, Rae. If you force yourself through it, that may complicate your emotions even more. Your feelings are fragile, and some days certain things you do to take care of yourself need a breather,"
Raven exhales, her face shows moderate frustration.
"It's probably going to be like this for a while. Think of it, we've had sex more times than we can count, and I'm sure more rounds to come. Or, perhaps this is the way it's meant to be for us. The tension we feel during and after intercourse shows how much we love each other, that's all. We shouldn't rush it, Rae. We feel what we need to feel, cope through it, and go again."
A thin film of silence slips between the couple for about a minute.
Raven questions. "Anything else you want to mention for yourself?"
Garfield speaks slowly. "The regular… you know what I'm talking about."
"Hmm?"
"The craving thing 'cause of my animal instincts."
"Oh, yeah. You're feeling that right now?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Garfield gets bashful again.
"That's okay, Gar. I'm no one to judge. Explain to me what you're feeling."
"Strangely enough, I'm craving meat. Totally out of my nature, but this happens every other time we do this. If I fight it, it fights me back harder, but if I give into it, I'll never forgive myself." Garfield laughs softly.
"I know, I know," Her touch graces his bottom lip. "We have solutions for that, remember? You stick to your comfort foods or some fresh fruit until it wears off."
"You're right about that, but also…"
Garfield traces the pads of his fingers on Raven's curves. His fingers grasp the waistband of her underwear, and he slides his middle and ring finger between the fabric and her skin.
While he holds the fabric, he teases her lips with a slow, soft kiss.
He says to her in a husky tone.
"I kinda want another round. The want is there, but I'm not physically ready for it."
"So, then what do you want—"
"Shhh… you're not helping the problem, and if you keep talking, you just might,"
Raven opens her mouth to talk, but remains quiet.
"You feel that, Raven?"
She's confused, and doesn't know what he's referring to.
"The intensity, it's still here,"
Raven nods softly in agreement.
She scans his lips with her eyes.
It was incredible how simple his words were, yet how frenzied they made her feel.
"Lingering under our skin. We're so carnal, we can't help it. You have that sensual craving, too, and you know it. You just don't want to tell me, because you know I'll ruin you."
"I'll remember this the next time I'm on top." Raven deadpans, she tries to fight her amused grin.
Garfield's hand runs up Raven's side, which lifts butterflies to the surface of her stomach.
"Mhm, yeah, right."
Raven pronounces. "I'm so grateful for the love we have and how we share it."
"Me, too, Munchkin. You're incredibly strong and you consider what's best for the both of us. You've helped me learn and grow, both as a partner and for myself individually. That takes a lot of patience, commitment, and strength. Thank you for all of it."
"Of course," She pecks his nose gently. "And thank you. You've helped me discover things about myself and each other, too. I'm in love with you, everything you do, Mister Man. Remember you have a right to be who you are, if certain things don't work for you, don't feel ashamed. We were made to share with each other."
and so
this demon and beast
the dark and the wild
have come together
open minded
they tell each other
things
that they would seal in
their hearts
their lips wouldn't repeat
these important things
to anyone else
they of course
could keep secrets
and could attempt to
tuck them away in the recesses of
their minds
but they ended up bringing it
out of each other
anyway
if they chose to hide desires
it wouldn't matter
because they were
each other's
with love,
Dee.