Insatiable

They sat by the unruly window panes, conscious of the twenty apartments between them and the teeming boulevard that stretched beneath their curling toes. They weren't afraid of the elevation, nor of becoming a treat for voyeurs. They barely felt anything other than the inescapable rhythm of their heart beats now intertwined after their fervent love making. Aware of a clandestine stir growing within and wrapped only in tired yet eager arms besides a satin sheet that served their mutual regard for residual introversion, both stared at the distant rumbling of the heavy heavens. She started drawing skeletons of a momentary fascination on the condensing insides of the panes while his calmer breaths crashed on her naked shoulder in a pattern resembling contentment. The rain sprayed itself on the facade of the building, at times stealing its ways onto their skin. It had a will of its own as if mindful of the wishful yearnings of lovers. It had begun to fall as soon as the two had discovered paradise parceled in passionate kisses and an unyielding will to explore the farthest ends of passion. They had savored a pleasure inimitable, lured by ecstasy, yet encountered a craving insatiable as they had gone tossing and turning countless times, not letting go of each other, their faces alternately positioning themselves about the other, responding to the fire that burned at someplace else, where spawned the needs most untranquilling and unspeakable. He began to glide his index tip over the small of her back, she trembled & succumbed to the invite of surrender, calmly drowning in the bliss which his indulgence offered. It rekindled seemingly doused flames, obedient like stringed puppets. He was quick to notice for she was unabashedely forthcoming. It didn't take long for a zealous repetition of moments lived minutes ago.


They left the windows, pulled each other down to the tiled floor, faintly aware of the vague reflections in it, of their obsessive longings. He buried his face in her neck shouting muted pleas to let him flow, travelling bit by bit, by his lips, his hands searching urgently for a spot to cusp. She could connect to his virgin pining, an indescribable yet throbbing urge that he painfully veiled at all times. The realization turned her on, far beyond her own power. She knew not from where she drew the strength to pin him down, and settle on him. He was stunned with pleasure, born of the unadmitted masculine joy of giving in to his consort's domination. They had long lost the satin sheet. The distant flashes of Zeus's bolt, tantalizingly revealed their contours, the knowledge of which only their lips and fingers had relished. He zealously braved himself deep into the mystic ends of her guarded cavern, unvisited, undared and unknown to anyone. He cherished the passing of seconds & she the minutes. She was not ready yet, to leave him. She whispered in his ears the maiden promise of being with him in happiness & sadness alike. She wasn't going to let him visit alone the corridors of ecstasy. He obliged her wishes by clinging tightly, breaking barriers, confines and meaningless frontiers as he did what she loved, again and again, till what seemed as an eternity. She pulled him closer exhibiting an ostensible urgency, wanting him to fill her more & more, gesturing a desire of indivisibly melting into each other, but there was only so much that he could occupy, those undefined limits of invasion by invitation. She smelt like orchids, the edges of her body dimly illuminated by the dark. He murmured her name and how much he yearned for her in every moment of his life & she sighed back timeless pledges of devotion. She dug her fingers in his toiling back, the pain failing to penetrate beyond his skin. His body was now a phantom's garb, ready to fade in the bliss that consumed his soul.

Then in an immortal instance arrived at, in those exact seconds by both, they attained what they had wanted. Their bodies rising and falling in unison and souls intertwined inseparably, they kept their promise of being by each other in times of joy. He stared at her soul, gleaming in the moist of her eyes. She touched his chest caging his racing heart. Nothing existed nowhere. She cusped her hands around his ears steadying his panting face and planted her lips on his. He slowly receded from her remarkable softness and rested his head on her chest. Neither moved an inch, letting intimacies stay the way they were. He closed his eyes to the lullaby of her steady heartbeats, his breathing transforming gradually into a more definitive intake of air. He was in need of it. She moved her fingers on his head, caressing him and reminding herself of how much she needed him. The restless skies had, it seemed, moved closer to their window. Incessant lightning followed the torrent that lashed against the transparent glasses. She glared at the far away endless string of street lamps that sincerely lighted up the desolate freeway, musing over nothing in particular, just the figments of bygone moments, persuading a fancy of the future. Hours later, he woke up to the faint beep of his watch. Not wanting to leave, he began treading out of the apartment, while she watched helplessly pretending to be dreaming.