Unto Life
by Jonathan Quince
Friday, February 18, 2005 18:18:18
A swollen womb stirs with motion, such potential wound tight as a spring within. Her hand, soft and loving, caresses her body, touching curves built atop her curves to house her growing child. Intimacy unspoken but by the shine in her eyes tells her secrets as a gateway for new life; and intimacy past, memory of a fleeting moment, recalls the key that opened her as such.
Erotic haze hung in the air o’er the bower of silken sheets. On breath, caught scent of passions told of acts for which they had not words. Mingling flesh ignited, chemistry of opposites overtaking thought with instinct as two bodies begged to join. And she and her lover did meet for a tryst that would echo celestial thunder, forging a mark on the book of humanity.
She clove to him, ev’ry nerve set ablaze by the gestalt of his strength, his fire, his eminent male-ness. Her back arched as he took her in his arms; the world bent in her mind, melting away into a curve that matched the arc of her body. Her breasts ached, throbbed, danced with tingling electric current that coursed through them; the sparks raced from her nipples as they stood a-hardening, ran from her heart up her spine to her mouth and turned down over her fluttering stomach to her nether abyss of raw need.
Her cunt sucked away all sensation from her body as, overpowering the starscape of her flesh, it collapsed to a singularity of primal urge. It blazed with dark demand, radiating female hungers as it raged for fulfillment. It expanded, lengthened, tightened, shrank, engorged to take her lover in as if, thus consumed, he would never escape its horizons. And never, either, would he want to flee its gravity: For it smouldered with secrets of lust and creation, giving him, the builder, fresh soil and stone upon which to work his natural calling.
Skin merged with skin as in union he entered her. Penetrating, he fought the involuntary clenching of her vaginal canal; and she gasped and exploded as she felt him cleave to her core. Hardness won out o’er the soft that seduced it, and he consumed her even as she enveloped him: Her flesh was but a morsel for his blindness of starving passion; but her spirit was his nourishment as he fed hungrily of her lush bounty. Her bodily perfection was a mirror of his, and so off of hers did his pow’rful energy reflect. Thusly they danced, never still as he thrust, squirming and wrestling and kissing under the moon’s silvery watch.
They danced for the ages; they danced for a moment struck from time and seared into their memories. Passion ran between them, flowing freely through the carnal shadow of two luminous beings making sex in the heavens. By desire, they touched; by touch, they knew; and by knowledge was desire thus fed. Partaking so, they feasted on each other ’til gorged to overflowing.
The blaze of liquid light waxed blinding. The current melted wires, fused flesh and boiled blood. Pressure built in heat of molten stone, a magma chamber in each together building towards explosion.
Of a sudden, hot semen was mixing with the libations of her own arousal; her body seized in orgasm as, being in full swing of ovulation, it knew the opportunity it must now seize. His seed shot through her like a field of shooting stars, scattering into the fertile earth of her womb; and there would it germinate with two halves now one whole. With oozoa kissing spermacyte, his key clicked in her lock, opening doors to another soul.
In a shutter-snap to capture an instant already gone, she paused on the climax to look into his eyes. A glint of passion spent winked back at her, pregnant with meaning; and that reflection was as beautiful as she could conceive. Therein, she saw herself; she saw her purpose; she saw her triumph in nature and her surrender in joy.
As the last convulsions of ecstasy subsided, she felt another tremor within her; it ripped outwards through her body, wavelets echoing each other as a creature tiny as a pebble dropped through the surface of her pristine lake. It would take over the weeks and months to come, but she felt its touch already. And as she lay in her lover’s arms, she smiled, knowing she was there in a threesome.
Thus did she assume her place as both gateway and gate-keeper. It was both her choice and her fate. A channel from another place ran now through her body, and she cleared the way to let it pass. With her lover of this night, she had now a special accomplishment to share: She opened her legs to his entrance, her cunt to his seed, her womb to their child, and thus, herself unto life.