Before The Candle Burns Out

This is the post I read on one of my Blogger friend's Blog. And I loved it so much that I am posting it here as it is after taking his permission. Hope, you'll like it too.

No, she did not feel naked. He was loving her soul inside her body.

Her breathing was uneven and shallow. His was no different.

There he was, on top of her, his glorious eyes piercing her beautiful ones. She blushed furiously and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her coral lips. The more she blushed, the prettier she seemed to him.

Her hands, already snaked around his neck, now knotted themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to herself, closer and closer still.

His fingers tingled her as they trailed across her naked form, arousing sensations that she had never felt, had never known to be existent.

She shivered. He kissed her harder, deeper.

Fingers intertwined, legs entangled, it was difficult to find one’s beginning and the other’s end.

They lost track of time, each moment a bliss, each pain an ecstasy.

A small whimper escaping her lips made him stop. She opened her eyes, worried, and found his eyes boring into her own, again. She smiled at him, raised her head and kissed his lips lovingly. and he pushed her down as he kissed her back passionately.

Moments later he let out an almost inaudible moan of satisfaction.

Her cheeks flushed, her entire being trembled. The beauty of this pain and pleasure was indescribable, much like the rainbow.

He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her warm pink cheeks and her lips.

“I love you” he whispered huskily, quite out of breath.

“I love you” she whispered back in a strained but happy voice.

I am breathing in your love,

And, my life I am breathing out,

We don’t have much time, love,

Before the candle burns out...

Source: In Love with Me and Life