The Simple Answer Yes


You bring me to my knees You make me testify, You can make a sinner change his ways,  Open up your gates cause I can’t wait to see the light, And right there is where I wanna stayBruno Mars

The lovers grope for each other in the darkened theater. On the screen before them there are intermittent flashes of light as the actors move about their scenes. The couple pays no mind to what story is being portrayed though. All they know is here and now. Their hands reach for purchase of body parts. Their lips do the same. He kisses her neck. She  pulls his left hand to her mouth and deliberately licks his open palm. She tastes salt and butter from the long forgotten bag of popcorn that lays scattered around their feet. There’s music and dialogue streaming from the surround sound speakers. However, it is muffled by the sound she makes in her throat as he licks then bites her neck.

“You bit me, you fucker,”  she angrily whispers in his ear.

“Would you like me to stop?” , he questions as his mouth hungrily sucks an ear lobe.

“Absolutely not,” she moans. “Keep going.”

She kisses his lips and slides her tongue into his mouth. He sucks it while his hand finds her right breast. He pulls the nipple taut through the cotton of her simple t-shirt. She arches her back to feel his fingers. To feel. More. She reaches for the front of his jeans and feels his fiery need for her.

“Do you want me?”,  she inquires.

“More than you can imagine,”  he states.

“Take me here,” she breathes.

“I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. You will always say yes to me.”,  he commands.

She responds, “yes. I will.”

She knows she’ll keep the promise.  With all her heart and body she will. He continues to caress her breast. The desire she feels for him spreads to her loins. She feels the flood in her pussy begin. How sweet the ache of want is. She reaches for the zipper of his jeans and slowly lowers it. Next she unbuttons them.  She kneels on the sticky floor and takes his cock into her mouth. His hands caress her hair and he mutters expletives and words of love at the same time.

“Look up at me”,  he says and gently brushes two fingers tips across her right cheek.

Her blue eyes sparkle and dance when she honors his request. He sees this beauty before him, worshiping him with her mouth and he knows, she has no idea of her worth.

“You are beauty. You are warmth. You are mine,”  he murmurs.

Her response to his words is to wrap her hand around him as she tastes his flavor of desire. He leans his head back and feels her mouth. Her hand. The heat of her tongue.

“Damn woman, you are so good to me.”, he says into the dark.

His hands pull her hair gently as he gets closer to release. His body tenses and hips jut forward. It’s all he can do to keep from screaming her name. She keeps working her magic. She is relentless in her pursuit to his end. To his “La petite mort”.  Her hand becomes a blur as does her mouth. He can no longer hold back. His balls draw up and he gently holds her face to his cock. He release his nectar into her mouth. She waits for the last spasm and swallows the salty mixture. He withdraws from her and smiles. He draws her into his arms and kisses her softly on the lips.

Grinning in the darkness he says, “let me take you home so I can fuck you properly.”

She kisses him back while he zips and buttons his pants.

“Love, you can take me anywhere and everywhere. Your answer to me will always be yes.”, she demands.

He responds simply, “yes, it will.”

The Juice of a Ripe Peach and Sunrise

It’s funny how even the simple act of eating a juicy peach makes her think of him. Each time she bites into the flesh, the juices release, travel from her fingers and down her arm.  She licks the sweet nectar. Thinks of his  kisses, and his tongue playing lovingly in her mouth.

It brings back the memory of  the treat of a sweet peach and coffee while watching the misty sunrise from their fire escape. He was wrapped in a top sheet and she, their blanket. The air was crisp and cool.  She sat next to him, her cup of coffee in one hand, and the peach in the other. As she bit into it, the juices ran down the palm of  her hand. She tried to lick them up, but wasn’t fast enough in her efforts. It even ran down her arm. He chuckled at her, and set his coffee down on the metal grate of the fire escape. He grabbed her hand, and  took a bite of the peach at the same time as she did. He leaned over, and licked the juices from her lips.

There they were, holding the same peach, the nectar co-mingling on their chins, hands and arms. She kissed his fingers and licked them. He did the same to her. She giggled as she sat back and watch the devilish grin light up his entire face. They ate the rest of the peach, then threw the pit off the fire escape. She giggled again, and hoped it didn’t hit an innocent bystander on its way to the ground. He held her hand up to his mouth and sucked each finger with love and care. She sighed and he chuckled again.

She finally spoke and said, “Wait! I have to set my coffee cup down, or I’m going to spill it on the comforter.”

Her hands still sticky from peach juice, she held them under his chin and drew him in close for a deep kiss. He pulled the blanket down to her waist, wrapped his sheet around her, then held her close. He felt her warm breasts against his chest. She didn’t mind that his hands and arms were all sticky.  What’s better than a warm embrace and sweet, sticky kisses on a fire escape, at sunrise with the love of your life? Not one thing.

Flitting of Moth’s Wings

“I belong to another”, the goddess of fire said.

“It’s the end of our world, so that no longer matters”, the god of air replied.

They stand, inches apart. Naked. Their pale skin already burning from the morphing of the moon. It is an inferno. The sun, the star that used to warm them, is cold. Dead.

The goddess is with her god, finally. She knows she has always been his number one. No other goddess ever compared to her. Her beauty or her light. He always mattered to her. She always wanted more. But was tied to another life.

She professes love; obsession. Want and need. All of it, without fear.

His dark eyes bore into her violet ones. He says nothing and everything, with his gaze. He responds by leaning forward, brushing his lips on hers. It feels like the flitting of a moth’s wings near an open flame. That’s all she needs to confirm the intensity of his love for her.

They grasp each other’s bodies in want. In need. They only have a few moments. They cherish every second by kissing, touching, fondling. This is their destiny.

The end is coming soon, but they do not fear it. For they know that it is their beginning.

With their confessions given, the moon explodes. Their bodies catch fire, but their souls ascend. They become light, energy, and after life.

With their world ending, a new one begins and their love becomes infinite.