Eyes clasp hungrily anticipating the rapture of corporeal pleasure. Silence is interrupted by the song of their breath, pulsating while mutually consuming the sensual essence of being. Their skin wallows in tactile exaggeration, quickly groping, grasping to feel ...all. They dissolve into each other like a drop of water in the ocean. Intoxication prevails and nothing can be done except surrender to the moment, meld and like a mirror on the bed become a sacred reflection of the other. Gradually erupting, ecstasy lingers and they dwell within the void.
Simultaneously within each, something stirred. Without need for communication or discussion, they both announced they must leave. The family didn't understand and objected, but in unison and determination the couple stated their intention to uphold rigorous spiritual practice, "We've established a little space as sanctuary at home and made a commitment to frequent... meditation."
Thanks again Willow, for hosting these magpie tales.