She said, "not only...but also." I lay there and I couldn't
believe what she had said, this young woman I had held
in my arms for centuries, it seemed, making love to her until
we both had to stop to catch our breaths. She smelled so sweet.
We spoke to each other in moans, cries, eloquent urges. She was
on top of me, I on top of her. Other times there was only one of us,
along with the silver moon shining through the bedside window.
Jesus, she was beautiful, young enough to think she would never
change, old enough to have garnerd wisdom enough for both of us
forever. Our kisses lasted millennia. I caressed her from her earlobes
to her shoulders to her burgeoning ******* to her exquisute hips to her
***** to her thighs to her kneecaps to her toes. The sheet that had
covered us was on the wooden floor, the pillows bunched in the corner.
As we consumed each other in love, night slowly became early morning.
The ebbing moon became the rising sun. Finally, we fell asleep.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks