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The lights were off in the room, but the soft glow from the streetlight painted a few dim stripes on the wall where it filtered through the blinds. He looked for her eyes as she pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, two tiny points of light in her jet black irises were all he could find in the darkness. She leaned up to kiss him, then slid her lips gently across his cheek, her breath warm and soft on his skin. He leaned down to her neck and shut his eyes, feeling her heartbeat on his chest, listening to her breath quicken.
She slid her hands slowly down his sides, her legs finding their way around his. He wrapped his arms behind her head as she pulled him deeper, the line between where he ended and she began becoming harder to discern. He felt his sense of self begin to fade as she became a part of him, slowly at first as he began to feel through her. He could feel her head resting comfortably on the pillow, the blanket brushing against her knees, the mattress beneath her spine as it rose and fell in response. He could hear his own heartbeat in her ears, see the light from the window through her eyes, taste his own skin through her lips.
He went where she lead, deeper, past her senses, past the physical, into the intangible part of her that made her her. He felt her spirit, her warmth, her sadness, her joy, her lust, her innocence, and her love. She found her way into him just as deeply, until he was gone, no longer himself, but a part of only one, as she too lost herself in the unity. They felt the same understanding, the same serene clarity. And for one instant they achieved a moment of comprehension, not of each other, but of themselves together. For one moment, two halves became one whole. He and she gave way to they.
The understanding went away; the moment ended, and he found himself looking down into her eyes again, the jet black shining in the darkness. He lowered his head to the pillow as she gently stroked the back of his neck, her heartbeat beginning to slow. He wanted to say something, to tell her how indescribable an experience this had been, but he couldn’t find the words. But there was a part of him somewhere inside that knew she understood.
She slid her hands slowly down his sides, her legs finding their way around his. He wrapped his arms behind her head as she pulled him deeper, the line between where he ended and she began becoming harder to discern. He felt his sense of self begin to fade as she became a part of him, slowly at first as he began to feel through her. He could feel her head resting comfortably on the pillow, the blanket brushing against her knees, the mattress beneath her spine as it rose and fell in response. He could hear his own heartbeat in her ears, see the light from the window through her eyes, taste his own skin through her lips.
He went where she lead, deeper, past her senses, past the physical, into the intangible part of her that made her her. He felt her spirit, her warmth, her sadness, her joy, her lust, her innocence, and her love. She found her way into him just as deeply, until he was gone, no longer himself, but a part of only one, as she too lost herself in the unity. They felt the same understanding, the same serene clarity. And for one instant they achieved a moment of comprehension, not of each other, but of themselves together. For one moment, two halves became one whole. He and she gave way to they.
The understanding went away; the moment ended, and he found himself looking down into her eyes again, the jet black shining in the darkness. He lowered his head to the pillow as she gently stroked the back of his neck, her heartbeat beginning to slow. He wanted to say something, to tell her how indescribable an experience this had been, but he couldn’t find the words. But there was a part of him somewhere inside that knew she understood.
artid
1263
Old Image
5_8_naked.jpg
issue
vol 5 - issue 08 (apr 2003)
section
pen_think