Charles and Melissa felt the warmth of each other as they pressed closer, tighter together as they sat upon the large couch the fire burning brightly, filling the room with a great heat that brought sweat to the brow and soft kisses to the mouth. Charles and Melissa were like two people who in their sadness were of a like mood and it was strange that they should be brought together on this long, good, night. They came to drink in one another, but not like a young person, who drinks only to get drunk and amuse himself, but more, rather like, two discerning, knowing, mature persons, who cared about the flavor and vintage of the grape from which they drank. Charles knew there are many paths that lead to truth, and Red Wine is one of them.
Charles felt her long, lean form shudder underneath the weight of his hard muscular body pressing deep into her. Charles knew that to hold her was to grab hold of God's greatest masterpiece. He moved ever so slowly, watching every move on her face as her pupils dilated as she opened her mouth slightly, parting her soft sweet lips, as she let out a little gasp of excitement. Her body was like sugar to him and her skin was like silk. Then she gazed up at her strong lover with a wild knowing look in her eyes, as when someone has just discovered a wonderful, ancient secret. And he himself felt like a boy opening a present on Christmas morning.
So it was with much care and gentleness that he lay her upon the floor pulling down the pillows in front of the fire. In so doing not once did their naked bodies separate from on another and they carried on in the deep dark night together until at one point she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed hard saying, in a whisper as warm as an embrace, "Make me forget." she smiled like a white-hot angel, her breath smelling of sweet apples and honey. Charles smiled as if he had never known what happiness was before now, and he took her wish not only as her command, but as a challenge. So he, with much vigor, passion, desire and rapture brought himself to bare upon her as if he would never be allowed to take a woman under his possession ever again.
Charles felt her long, lean form shudder underneath the weight of his hard muscular body pressing deep into her. Charles knew that to hold her was to grab hold of God's greatest masterpiece. He moved ever so slowly, watching every move on her face as her pupils dilated as she opened her mouth slightly, parting her soft sweet lips, as she let out a little gasp of excitement. Her body was like sugar to him and her skin was like silk. Then she gazed up at her strong lover with a wild knowing look in her eyes, as when someone has just discovered a wonderful, ancient secret. And he himself felt like a boy opening a present on Christmas morning.
So it was with much care and gentleness that he lay her upon the floor pulling down the pillows in front of the fire. In so doing not once did their naked bodies separate from on another and they carried on in the deep dark night together until at one point she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed hard saying, in a whisper as warm as an embrace, "Make me forget." she smiled like a white-hot angel, her breath smelling of sweet apples and honey. Charles smiled as if he had never known what happiness was before now, and he took her wish not only as her command, but as a challenge. So he, with much vigor, passion, desire and rapture brought himself to bare upon her as if he would never be allowed to take a woman under his possession ever again.
This, indeed, would be a memory he would carry with him forever and re-live in his mind over and over, but now he was with her still and he emblazoned every feeling and thought,smell, and sound into his mind as they progressed in a coiled embrace like two angry serpents, and you could not tell if they were making love or trying to kill on another.
