OtherWorldly Love

He bent her like she was a pretzel. She was like soft dough in his needy hands. She might start rising before the time is right with the heat that was generated between the two of them. She loved the way he touched her. It was as if he knew how his every stroke felt on her body. Perhaps he was a physical empath. This would explain his uncanny ability to touch her in the way she craved. She was like putty in his talented hands. She had longed for a man to understand her desires without even asking. She had been waiting lifetimes to find this sort of love. It was otherworldly. It went beyond what could be read about in books or learned from them. It was celestial in its ability to send her mind and body reeling into the outer dimensions of space and time. 

He carved her like she was a fine piece of quaking aspen. He knew her strengths and weaknesses. He knew how to twist and turn her to get the most out of her strong and slender body. He has a way with her that no one has ever uncovered, like he understood her inner animal as well as her outer form as a human. He knew her deep connection to the woods and every other living creature in it. He knew how she was nourished by the sun on her naked body. She felt his glance as it were equal to the that of the sun, making her bend to meet his presence, like a tender young plant. He was able to create a trembling and quaking in her limbs, like she was indeed the tree itself. Her body bent to his every whim.

He rocked her like a cradle with a slumbering babe within. She felt the calming of his presence, it helped her to sleep, something she struggled with. She settled down when they embraced, her back and buttock against his chest and torso, like two perfectly fitting spoons, side by side, cupping each other. She melted like butter on his hot body. Sometimes they found themselves in a puddle of her pleasure. She oozed with a deep passion for him. She preferred morning sex, for her senses were enlivened by it, not put to sleep, but she wouldn’t shy away from it anytime he made advances. She savored every encounter as if it might me the last. 

He polished her like she was a Paraiba Tourmaline, rarest of them all, she was in high demand and low in supply. She was unique, perhaps even one of a kind. She didn’t try to be like this. In fact, most men wanted a woman that was different from her. They wanted a girly-girl, a curvy girl, a makeup wearing, high heel walking and perfume smelling girl. Not only was she not these, but she was opposed to all of these. She was outdoorsy, spontaneous, strong, centered and had a strong work ethic. She would rather chop wood, carry water than sit pretty for a man. She liked a man who could keep up with her and was stronger than she was. She had more sexual drive than anyone she had ever encountered, man or woman. Her experience was that most men loved sex but didn’t know how to connect on a deep soul level. Most women wanted the deep connection but didn’t really love the physical aspects of sex. She liked it all. She was both physical, mental and emotional when it came to loving. She couldn’t compartmentalize it into just one area.

He spread her like she was a seed in the spring fields which he tilled and made ready for planting. He let her drift from his hand and float on the breeze. He didn’t try to control her. He allowed her room to be free and to blossom. He knew that with tender loving care, proper tending to her needs and the right conditions that she would be fertile and grow strong and healthy, giving him abundant fruits for his labor. She flourished with his attention to her ever detail. His touch, his kind words and even his presence brought her great joy. Researchers have studied the effects of consciousness on growing plants. She was no exception to this rule. There was an uncommon bond she and he had. She seemed to have the same effect on him. Theirs was a mutually beneficial relationship. Perhaps even an otherworldly one. They had definitely been in past lives together, even if you don’t believe in such things. They had even been together when they weren’t in human form. They had been together, bonded for their lives as Gibbons, Coyotes, Crows and even as Beaver. You may find this hard to believe, since most humans don’t mate for life, and are rather fickle in their ability to stay true to their word and their heart. These two have seen eons of change and have weathered it all. Nothing can come between them, not another lover, a hard time, financial ruin or the stress of a worldwide pandemic. In fact, when times get tough, they become even closer and show more sides to their infinite love for each other. Their love shines like a beacon of light in this time of darkness.