The daylight streams through the open window. The shadows playing a game of cat and mouse, totally unaware and uncaring of the two sweat drenched bodies strewn across the bed. The bed itself has been laid bare of all non-essentials, the blanket and pillows cast aside long ago. The single sweat laden sheet it’s only vice. This is not a place for courtship with all its coy flirtations. This is a place where all that is raw and primal is brought into the light like a child thrust into the world to take its first true breath. It is like that in this place.

Her face is lost under a tangle of hair and murmured cries. His breathing is thick in her ear. The warmth of his breath sending shock waves to her pussy. He lays astride her, his body a perfect fit for hers. A key to her lock. She is wild with the feelings that inundate her. Drunk off the rawness. He hasn't moved in the last few minutes. Just his rhythmical breathing, slowing from its frantic pace of moments earlier. She squeezes the muscles of her pussy and feels him. Feels his hardness starting to wane, if only a little. His heart beats its staccato against her back, reminding her of being a small girl and feeling the  beating heart of a little bird cupped in her hands. They are connected. As close to being one as is possible in this life. She feels him, and wonders if this is what heaven is like.