Behold! — Her beauty is conjuring. A glimpse of her graceful visage is all it takes for the earth beneath him to crumble. It awakens the dead — to bear witness — on some long and enchanted night, when the winds are halted and every living creature is still. Not a leaf rustles for miles in the distance.
…And only silence breathes, in the stillness of the air — to aid the sensual moans, whispering through her lips. Even the ethereal drops shiver as they perch on lonely boughs…
Her long moans dethrone the firmament. It fills his ears. The hour is such, for their minds are now inextricably intertwined. They crave to relish and celebrate in each other’s amorous company. Flesh and spirituality have passionately conjoined.
His ears drown with her pleasured purrs. They sound like musical notes ascending rhythmically and dissolving into a cascade — it is the fuel that he wants to accelerate his passion.
Her eyes gaze into his. He reads the sign to taste her pores. His tongue is introduced to her lips. She gasps upon his first contact, sinks back into purrs and his sultry tones aiding into the chorus.
Have the goosebumps on her skin sprout? For long they have been in wait – to receive cajoling. They have just experienced frail sensations permeate from an unknown but friendly being.
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Note: My attempt at creative writing. A concise piece trying to describe the act of lovemaking.