Dangerous & Anew (Sequel to Inhaling Alongside You)✔️

Chapter One: Remembrance

Your hands easy

weight, teasing the bees

hived in my hair, your smile at the

slope of my cheek. On the

occasion, you press

above me, glowing, spouting

readiness, mystery rapes

my reason

When you have withdrawn

your self and the magic, when

only the smell of your

love lingers between

my breasts, then, only

then, can I greedily consume

your presence.

- Maya Angelou (Remembrance)

The early bloom of the moon and late setting of the sun gives his dark, mocha pools an even more alluring gleam. His question, a question I've dreamt of only a million times before. The smile upon his lips. The gentle words that part his beautiful smile. Each feature an additive to my fluttering stomach and elatedly ailing heart. My words are sparse, though my tears give way to my true emotions. With a break of inhalation, I manage a simple answer.

"Michael I... Yes," I chuckle through the cracks of my voice.

His smile widens, his bare body standing upright as he chuckles himself. Removing the lovely, dainty ring from it's case, he slides it onto my finger before glancing over it. I watch him with curiosity as well, looking onto the ring for an answer.

"You actually like the ring?" he finally questions, leaning upright once again.

I smile and nod, gazing over the ring. the poem Remembrance written by the great Maya Angelou taught me many things about love. True love. The poem refers to the feeling one experiences after making love to their significant other. Though Michael and I equally share the roles of intimacy, the poem reigns true, that it is I who wounds up ruptured in the desire to be in his presence.

I have been engaged to him ever since the day he first told me he loves me. I have been married to him ever since the day he graciously acclaimed my soul. No ring could categorize those emotions. Though I appreciate the ring, I would've been happy with him just simply asking me. I am not materialistic. There is no price tag for love. Miss Angelou's poem taught me that love is beyond physicality, it's spiritual as well.

"Michael, I wouldn't have cared if you gave me a piece of candy asking the same question. My answer would've been the same. You know that baby. Thank you," I smile, reaching for his chiseled jawline.

Gently cupping his face between my palms, I press my lips against his.

From the moment of physical contact, my body rejuvenates with a new desire for Michael.

The way he touched me just moments ago left a flame within me. Aggressive and so passionate, much like the man I admire on stage. So plentiful and fully worth yearning for. He fed my every desire. He met my every move. He truly left me with a Remembrance. And now he has accompanied those emotions with this wonderful question.

Feeling the heat arise for him as well, through mumbles he tries to express himself. When his words fail to comply amongst our burning kisses, he surrenders and joins me in another covenant of love and passion.

The morning, crisp, cool and bright. Looking to our ledge, I meet the glorious smile of the sun. The sun sends warm beams onto my cheeks as well as reflect a vivid goldfield of colors against the bedside table before me. Red, blue, green, and yellow, all apart of the array of colors. I strain to adjust my eyes so that I may see finalize this reflection. When my vision becomes more apparent, I hypothesize that this is not only a reflection, but a reflector. The sun is reflecting it's natural light upon something.