His hands, holding her legs slightly open
Head between her knees
She sits on a pedestal, wreathed in florals
Her long hair falling over her left shoulder
As she peers down at her lover
His heart is filled with devotion
She gives him a sense of joy and freedom like no other
He gives her the same--a rarity in this world
She holds her breath in anticipation
Waiting for her lover's hand to slide up her thigh
Followed by his head...and mouth
Watching, wishing, wanting
After what felt like a lifetime
All for this moment, and every moment hereafter
Their bodies, full of desire
Their hearts, singing a love song only they can hear
He kneels at her feet
Twenty years have passed
His hands still hold her legs slightly open
His head, still between her knees
She is still on a pedestal, the delicate scent of roses in the air
As her long hair carelessly caresses her shoulder
She peers down at her lover with adoration
His devotion, still admirable, and his heart, still full
The joy the two share is something people dream of, but rarely experience
She holds her breath in anticipation every single time
As his hand slides up her thigh
Followed by his head, mouth...and tongue
She holds his face in her hands, pulls him to her lips
Then follows his lead
Their bodies, still full of desire
Their hearts, still singing the same secret song
Their love, endless, bountiful, beautiful...
Like them.
Like us.
*picture insert, Stephan Sinding's "Adoration" (1903)