A Day's Entwinings
By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn  Production
October 31, 2000
Copyright 2000, All Rights Reserved.

"The Union of the Woman and the Man. With the Man in the Woman and the Woman in the Man." - The Blood of Eden

I see her across the room in the morning light. She is cooking breakfast for me. How kind, considerate and sweet she always is.

"Darling, why don't we just head back to bed. We are both off and we have a whole day to just make love." As I reach my hands through her robes, and feel her succulent breasts. She sighs deeply, with spatula in hand. She tries to concentrate on her task at hand. But soon the sensations pull her away from the eggs, that burn slightly. As my hands continue to massage, her breasts, and move towards her shoulders, as my breath lands upon the back of her gentle neck, her robe falls.

My strength is sticking out from the bottom of my robe, searching for the union. Her nude body is there. I do not understand why we are shamed of ourselves. Her thighs are luscious, not "fat". How can we have such ugly words, for such beauty. I kiss her cheek lightly, and move my tongue over her soft face, and enter her lips, us probing each other, while we are pulling each other tight, cuddling on the tile floor, in our slippers.

We move towards the nearby bedroom. She has the forethought to turn off the stove.. Which doesn't break the moment, because the moment is now. Our room is large, and we have 2 beds, both next to each other, to form what we joke is an "Orgy Sized Bed"; It fits our movements well. We tumble in our arms on to the satin sheets. On to the soft scent of sex in the morning.

Entwined today, rolling in our sensations. Fresh like the dew. We simply hold each other, for whenever. For what was timeless. Our faces touching, our legs touching, our hands touching, our sex touching, with flames of electricity, lightly jumping, between our skin. Primal feelings, shoot through, our sensations, like lions in our bodies. Like joy unfolding, like the spring. We follow the ancient rhythms of life. Together, like the sound track in the background of the movie of our dreams. Back and forth, we rock each other. Our comforting of our union.

And the daylight plays upon our hair, as we nearly fall off of our created giant bed. And laugh at the moment, but our eyes are glued. Like the trance, our bodies, meld. The world stops. And our bodies meld. My flame, into your water. The rock into the air. The sands of time, touching us, through our days. Through our commitments. Through our pain, and our arguments. Through our loss. We still gain. We still touched once. I remembered. Do you remember that morning? Do you remember that day, when the sheets were stained by our love. Do you remember that day in each other arms, never a contact away. The dreams that night, our shared dreams, of the God and the Goddess. Of the sun and the moon, together in cycles. Do you remember that day? That day of union. That day we were one. One divinity.