Ocean Of Need

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12th June Morning...

I wake to the sound of bird song and the scent of wood. My name is Lilah. I am a poet. This is my life. Mac is sleeping beside me. We are safe.

Sliding out of bed I pick up Mac's T-shirt from the floor and put it on. Light pours in through a crack in the shutters, illuminating a path to the kitchen. I find a French Press and good coffee. Then search the cupboards for cups and clues about the man I've left in bed. The man I love.

All the cups are ceramic and made in different hues but the same tone. From above they would look like a child's water colour set. I look for tea spoons and find the cutlery. A matching set of gleaming stainless steal. The French Press plunges perfectly. The smell of the coffee grounds is strong and musky.

I carry the cups of coffee back to the bedroom, placing one each side of the bed on the little tables beside it.

'Mac,' I whisper. 'I made you coffee.'

He blinks his eyes open. Smiles. The edges of his eyes crinkling. 'Miss Lilah,' he murmurs. 'You are here.' He reaches for me and pulls me into bed beside him, kissing me lazily. The warmth of us wrapping around our chemistry. His hand is in my hair. My fingers trace the vampire teeth across his heart, yearning for the bite of him to claim me. I belong to me but I am still his Little Pet when we play. I need to be that sometimes. Other times I will be a panther to protect him.

This is how we love. They is how we will always love.

He drags my leg across his waist, making me straddle him. He's already hard. I'm already wet.

'I need you,' I say.

His hands on my hips he elevates me and then pulls me onto him as he slides into me. Expanding me, stretching me around his girth, untill we fit together perfectly. He impales me with his love as I take him deep and moan for him. Looking into his hooded eyes I fell hypnotised, alive, like in this day everything can be new. Everything can be clean.

'It's just you and me now Miss Lilah,' he growls.

'Just you and me,' I say, my voice a rasp.

He lifts me right to the edge of him, then pulls me back to his base. I gasp at the stretch as he lifts me again, then I step into his rhythm. Rising, falling, always together, never apart, as the rhythm builds and we float in the eye of the storm. Atoms colliding, stars splitting, planets dancing, then my back starts to arch as he stares at me. The energy around us tightens, we are stretched inside a single moment of silence, hanging on a star, before we both roar and arch and feed each other warm dripping love. We ride this moment, coming together, arriving together, falling into each other...

Always...

Home is where we are.
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Hey Wild Ones,

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