My breathing falters.

The air is thick and clouded with your desire and my need.
Hands slide over flesh bared to the air. Over the swell of your ******* the curve of your hips... To settle upon trembling thighs.
Soft noises of encouragement escape those parted lips; Still stained crimson with the wine clinging to our breath.

Heats now race, minds numb with primal urge. Hips mold together lost in a rhythm older than the written word. Seconds become minutes and minutes slip into hours. As bodies slick and tired come to rest.

My eyes fade from light, to dark, then black.

At last light finds my eyes. You are no longer clung to my breast. Nothing remains. Nothing is left of my could be lover.