Float on affection

Bewinged with passion


Lying below the alighted sky, stars shimmering above to guide the way along. Soft swings the gras aligned with the echoing sound of the dripping waters and the sweet odour of the forest. Touches slightly the toes and temples pressed to the ground. Eyelids shutter, pupils flicker and deepen into seas full of darkness as hands rub gently, gently down to the bone and nerves that push friction through the veins. Blue light covers the half-asleep bodies as delicate fingers open slowly cover for cover, while eyes and mind inhale the new impressions. Like serene ghosts and schemes coming from the waters, moves the nymphlike silhouette of her, glides softly nearer to his bare neck. Her lips illuminate a foreign door, locked and secured before uninvited guests, as he feels her tongue unlocking the blockage. As gentle as raindrops, he smells her perfume, her bodily essence flowing into his nose, thereby leaving an imprint forever. Her gaze is emptied but even more endlessly widened as she leaves her mouth for a second resting upon his cheek. He turns deeper, moaning the fate of affection that is spreading inside his body, as his lips explore her bare and innocent silhouette that is exposed to him in all details. He feels her breathing, her whole living existence, increased and more powerful than before as he follows her on a journey to new havens and destinations.

Trembling forward to move counterparts and see similarities, they both float on the nature of affection, inherent in every human being, bewinged with the force of passion. Forever embedded into the soul remains this moment, if not disturbed again by unexpected obstacles. Pain and sorrows leave for a time, become transported away and transformed into a situation with utmost beauty and most peaceful silence, with most strength and compassion and understanding, a situation expressing deepest emotion and unity of a living existance.