A cloud moves in front of the sun, turning the light in the room into a warm, golden shadow of what it used to be.  A breeze kicks up and the drapes wave a hello from God to the lovers on the bed.

Legs under sheets coil and uncoil, ruffling the shadows and highlights.  If you look closely, you might see a toe or two peeking from the end of the mattress.  This is not a bed made of strictness or order.  There are no hospital corners here.  This is a bed of passion, of adventure, of the great unknown.

The breeze travels along the thin limbs bathed in white, wrapping around each other, always moving, as if never satisfied with the distance they have from one another.  As if begging to be melded together in one body.  Closer, always closer.  Always tangled more firmly, more intimately.  They may be still for a moment, but all it takes is a soft, inaudible whisper from further up to spur the legs into movement again.

The legs attach to bodies firmly entwined; feminine curves huddled in the warm safety of broad, masculine shoulders.  Stomachs breathing in time with one another; chest pressing against chest, hearts beating.  A strong arm exits the sheets above here, tracing across the softer skin of his lover, wrapping her body closer to his as his fingertips trace the features of her back with gentleness unknown to her.  

One of her arms huddles between them, protected, enjoying being enveloped by the one stronger than she is.  Her other links under his, her fingers playfully but softly petting his hair that falls well below his shoulders.  With every touch on her back, she shivers, her nerves on fire with the love he radiates into her.  With one of her legs over his body, her hips push against him; not sexually mind you, but lovingly.  With want, with ache to be always this close to him.  He covers one of her dainty feet with both of his, rubbing slow and deliberate.  His fingers continue their discovery on her skin, moving to her shoulder and arm.

Further up, two faces.  Two foreheads meeting softly; four eyes searching every angle, every freckle, every little smile line.  Every now and again, her eyes close, and she revels in his touch and his warmth.  His eyes, however, never close.  They study her and her expressions; the way she reacts to every touch he gives her, every shift in her body.  He watches her lips part in slow smiles, watches her eyes become misty with tears, watches her breathing become difficult.  And he smiles at her.  His smile says more than she could ever understand, and she moves her hand to his soft face in a loving caress.

The wind picks up; the sheets become waves under the breath of God, rustling over the bodies, making the features of two people indiscernible from one.  The room is darkening, but only slightly, as the sun hides beneath a heavy umbrella of clouds.  Fingers entwine, and lips meet, soft and wet and hungry.  Soon, his lips are on her neck, and he can hear his name floating somewhere above and he thinks he might be dreaming.

She knows she’s dreaming.

When his lips are finished exploring her body, she feels the pressure that could only be him inside of her, and her whimpering is softened by her mouth against the skin of his shoulder.  He lets her hide; he holds her close as he moves, soft and slow, with such deliberation and purpose.  The wind moves fiercely in both of their hair, in the sheets, against the cool sweat beading on their skin.  He can’t see her eyes behind the locks; he moves them, so her soul can pierce him, and he cries out.

The clouds are pregnant with rain.  Thunder rumbles, deep and promising, just like the baritone voice that whispers in her ear with a slight edge.  He feels her, and listens quietly; not to her voice, but to her body, her energy.  He feels her stomach clenching beneath his, pressed tight against each other.  He feels her nails digging into his shoulder.  He watches her expression, the ecstasy rising in her face.  The blue in her eyes lights, bright and shining and otherworldly as she looks into his, and suddenly he can’t breathe.  He can’t breathe.

He brings them both to the feet of God humble and exhausted, grateful and beaming, wild and tied.

And the wind settles against them as he lowers his tired lips to hers and takes her breath instead.