G & J

He walks in. His scent, energy, everything he is calls out to me, pulls me in, raises my head, lips, spirit. Marrying the sky and earth, divorcing negativity, drawing us under power so deep, wide, fulfilling, suffocating that without it… without it… there is no without it. The concept never existed.

I look at his face, run my hands along his body and feel this, breathe this. The brush of finger tips, clinging of lips, his charcoal gaze, they travel. Singing through my veins, muddling my mind, giving me a heart attack all insighted by him. Myself reflects in his eyes, my sex paints his lips, my future births his.

His fingers patterning my palm, eyes memorizing the lines on my face, crocked smile at my off-colored joke. I look at him and see myself better. He looks at me and feels better. We’re feeding, giving, taking, releasing between us, cycling constantly.