Ripples on the satin sheets, a fragrance of lust in this smoky yet well lit room. Its surprising how comfortable Meg was in Ethan’s presence, as if she’d known him for a lifetime. There she stood at the window gazing outside as if she was trying to figure out the plan of action, her mind lay upon her heart. She seemed like the golden shadow of Aphrodite, topless with that stunning ray of light piercing through the translucent blue curtains made place for itself holding so tight on to her naked traps. Her straight not tangled hair on her shoulder covered her bosoms I’m assuming. Ethan sat behind her on the bed, relaxed with elbows down back, one leg hanging and one up, showing off his muscular upper body, not the finest but then, it was never supposed to be. He kept looking at her, without any thoughts of the past, present or future. Admiring the innocent highways her spine, traps and lats created that led him to the unknown land of peace and clam. A song played from a distance, A violin perhaps, striking chords of eagerness in them. The rays started to move off her traps, through her lats to her arms and stopped at her magnificent chest, on which her hair subtly slept on. In a forward motion he starts to sit up slowly one elbow up at a time, as if an astonishing secret had revealed itself to him, oh such a splendid rush he felt in his bones. He got up straight and Meg’s eyes looked at his. Pure contact, no bullshit. At that moment, they could see through each souls, which had already crossed the linen sheets they were about to. He reaches his arm out to her, inviting her to lay her head on his naked chest, while hers caught a breath. Gasping was its glory, that moment that held them together so tight, only there love could pass through them and nothing else mattered. Her pink soft nips became hard as it touched his hard cold belly, even though they were burning with the fire they held inside, saved and protected it from the savage creatures outside. It was time to let it free, It was time to live on each other breaths because they no more were any different from each other. He started to feel her spine with his warm hands starting from her tailbone, tracing the ways he had mapped while gazing at her from that thirsty bed. In that state of trance, they collapsed, wrapped in each others arms, Ethan’s back hit the bed first, Meg’s hair swayed to the sound of passion, now rested upon his face. she clears the clouds of her serenity with her index finger off his face and let them free to tangle themselves beside them. His heart, oh that innocent heart, knew no bounds per se. His mind stopped taking decisions long back when he entered her room to start this fire no one could put out. She closed her eyes and let her eyelashes cuddle with her blushing cheeks, while he put his fingers inside her hair and held on to them to keep her right where she was, with her bosoms pressing against him, legs entangled in each other. Just a white scarf and panties kept her from reaching his tight scuffed jeans. Ruffling through his messed up but soft hair, she moved her head in all directions one by one; this time she was the one, mapping his chest with her lips rubbing her cheeks on him slowly, showing signs of the comfort she felt right there. Ethan’s hands slid from her back up to her neck, throwing her back on the bed with him on top he started to caress her neck from her collar bone inch by inch with his fingers while grabbing her throbbing chest with the other hand while his lips followed to feel this less explored land of erogenous eruptions, resulting in a spontaneous leak of an emotional outburst the hormones, that backed up perfectly. Slithering through each other along the ruffled sheets, their bodies rubbed against each other in the most insane height of passion one could’ve ever felt. She couldn’t handle this tease anymore, her moans gave it away as he slid down on her soft body, letting her know of his whereabouts with his lips and dry tongue. Dirty screeches were felt upon her heated body until he reached her abdomen. He stayed between her thighs ravishing them with his hands caressing her soft bosoms. she swayed in emotion, moaning to glory, while he feast upon her love magnet. She grabbed his hair in her fist, pushed him more, more and more to a point where he could only breathe her, no air, he loved every bit of it. He looks up at her vulnerable face and falls for her all over again. Crawling his way back up, like an angelic demon, thirsty for her love to lay his lips upon her moaning mouth. Placing his lips to fit her mouth, they kiss and how! every space in them felt a spark while she felt his insides with her sensual tongue, like it was this moment she had waited for a thousand years. Pressing hard on each other, competing for each other’s love their souls mend each other’s. Now it was her turn. Throwing him back she sat on is tight core, holding both his arms back, looking deep into his eyes, trying to catch a breath with her mouth. She turned back facing her tight and round, naked buttocks at him. Bent forward he felt a warm breath on his love hammer, harder than ever. A warm soft muscle it felt, up and down caressing it, licking it. He was too drunk on her presence, to make sense of what was happening. All he knew was that he felt on top of the world, he moaned feeling and holding her buttocks, pressing them, playing with them. She looked back at him to give the most seductive smile and got back to making him her man. To leave a mark on him. Her nails pressed against his thighs, piercing through his skin, just like their love. They knew somehow, what came next, filling them both with a warm tingly feeling of gushing love melting into passion, creating a waterfall of hope, filling the dried up rivers in there hearts for quite sometime now. They wanted to end this love famine, they’ve been starving for, looking at each other everyday at The Muffcoff Hut. Streaming their bodies back in line, erogenous areas exploring each other they lay on top of each other, rolling across the bed, that Lucky bed, that witnessed this unworldly moments of passion and love, innocent, yet it held a fire that could be seen from miles away on a starry night under a blue moon. Feeling her, a tear trickled down his cheek of happiness. She felt the exact same way in her own way. She led his hammer to her dungeon of love. The first thrust downward, told her tales of how his eyes looked at her when she secretly tried to smile, looking at him. The second, spoke of her tales of love she told him when her hands held his, or even felt his. They made love. The oh so beautiful act of companionship, friendship, love and respect. They were the imperfectly perfect compadres. They completed the puzzle of lost pieces of each other’s souls, Completing each other, physically, emotionally, mentally and satisfying each other to the heights of passion, poets died trying put on paper, but never could. Those words were letters inside them, their blood was the only ink that could ever write them. Lying in each others arms, tired, yet so satisfied of their soul consummation, they just lost themselves again in each others, oh so polite eyes that twinkled like new born stars of the heat, the universe put upon them to bring them together. They lay there, ravished, spooning in each other softly, like the first rain after a hot summer. They slept with a smile and smiled the entire night. To be by each other’s side, they felt lucky, they embraced each other to never let go, of each other or their love. Every breath of theirs’ took a vow, I can just try to describe in words or symbols, but I know the miserable failure I’ll bring upon myself if I even as much as tried. They vowed and held, to dream of a world they would create for themselves, where dreams, hopes, faith and love will be the only neighbours they’ll ever need…..