I was unsure where to put this, so I put it here. A representation of the passion I once understood and knew. Compared to the emptiness I felt years later and the limitless nothing I feel occasionally now. ... "Passion is not the act in which it sends us too, it is the joy in every moment when your heart holds a love deeper than understanding."
As I look upon her through the moons filtered light, I smile. I rarely see her without make-up but to me that is when she is most beautiful. I brush the strands of sweat filled hair from her brow and she smiles dreamily at me.
I watch as a drop of sweat runs from her forehead down by her temple and into a nest of matted hair waiting to catch it at the bottom; as if it had been waiting there ready to catch that single drop.
My heart as calmed now and my thoughts less frantic, I am serene, sweaty and tired.
She is breathing harder than I but she she has calmed too. Her eyes are half closed but still show a deep sense of lust within them... She is satisfied, but only for tonight.
I gently run my fingers tip over and around the soft skin of her stomach, she has always liked when I do this afterwards. Though she doesn't have muscles as such, you can still make out her abs, the swimming pays off for her there and I enjoy tracing them.
A quiet moan escapes her lips from deep within her throat and her head turns to face me. I know how silly this ritual is but my heart still skips everytime regardless. I lean in and quickly flick the tip of my nose off the tip of hers. She does a second moan that sounds oddly like "Aww", I smile and this time rub my nose on hers properly. The eskimo kiss, will we ever grow out of it? I hope not.
I smile and lean in, kissing her on the lips. We turn into each other and cuddle, lying there, still.
After she has fallen asleep I slip out as I always do and get dressed. I go make my coffee and whilst the kettle boils I make use of the restroom. An hour or so later I go back to the bedroom and get back into bed... Looking forward to tomorrow...