As they rode through the pouring rains, their hearts quickened, sweat poured from their bodies. Her breast ached for his lingering touch. His direction had succumbed to the heat of the moment. As two came together, nothing more was to exist. The sounds of the night became weak within the moments of shared pleasure.
He was looking for a festival of the souls and she never failed in delivering to him her all. Together, they rode lightening and experienced thunder deep into the evening. Their bodies shook as peaks were strengthened and dissolved within the whispers of the wind.
Only in the darkness of the night were they to realize a torrential of ecstasy so overwhelming and so consuming that neither could resist the temptation of utter bliss. The moment drew each into the other over and over for all that time allowed. The sounds became softer and bodies drew weaker with each passing release. If time had escaped them surely the sultry call of nature reminded them.
Into the moonlight each had passed, wrapped in the glory of all that remained sane. Only in memories will they relive a moments passing. To recreate would be to create once again in another time and another place. In another time, would their passions match their souls? One can only hope that with times passing, a heightened sense of pleasure will prevail. Into each other’s arm they remain, even it only in their dreams. There are only so many memories the mind can conjure without a soulful birth. In the darkness of night, there are no sounds.