The Horse Farm - Part Twenty-One

A light breeze filtered through the half-open windows and teased the curtains with gentle oscillating movements. The night was silent save for the hum of crickets and the occasional purr of distant traffic. She kissed his shoulder and tasted sweat. His body had a healthful scent, sweet, mild, and enticing.

She felt his breath on her neck at the spot that he had been kissing moments before - how many moments was unclear, as time had rearranged itself. Minutes stretched and hours compressed into a curving distortion on the linear pace of life.

Strength and tenderness merged into a singular sensation there in his arms. She wondered how anyone could make sense of it, this duality, this primal blend of force and softest nuance. Together they elevate the senses and blur the obvious boundaries of individuality. The complexities of life are simplified and clarified through this quintessential act of human connection.

Looking into each other's eyes, understanding, he reached beneath a leg to raise her knee. She raised the other to match, as he responded with increasingly powerful movements. He held her body tightly between his forearms. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

Heartbeats raced as they surfed through waves of tension and release, order and chaos, rise and fall. She imagined that he could see right through her now, body, bone, and spirit merged into a single translucent form, diffracting light, bending it as water would to reveal the secrets of the deep. Their physical bodies moved aside as the souls made love together. Completely exposed and comfortable, she was his prism now, and he would see the world through the lens of her being for the rest of his days.

Waves crested and the seas returned to calm. They rested side by side now, breathing softly. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and she kissed him. He touched her cheek and kissed her back and continued for several minutes.

In the pre-dawn hours they awoke together in a curled embrace, he behind she and facing in the same direction, his arm draped delicately around her waist and torso. The sounds of the night were more muted now, but the same light breeze blew in against the curtains.

'The Horse Farm'

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