Drabble - Calm
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
~ Willa Cather
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The storm rages outside their cabin and in their loins, their coupling rough and urgent, the need for release overcoming their need for words. The searing heat of their joining causes both to cry out, as they spill their seed upon and within one another.
After the storm comes the calm. Smooth seas and smoother skin, silken beneath his touch. Ragged breaths lulled to soft whimpers by his soothing words. Sheet soaking sweat cooling on ravished limbs, sprawled in sated slumber.
One cannot appreciate the calm without the storm. Enveloped, complete, they sleep, wrapped around each other in blissful peace.
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~ Willa Cather
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The storm rages outside their cabin and in their loins, their coupling rough and urgent, the need for release overcoming their need for words. The searing heat of their joining causes both to cry out, as they spill their seed upon and within one another.
After the storm comes the calm. Smooth seas and smoother skin, silken beneath his touch. Ragged breaths lulled to soft whimpers by his soothing words. Sheet soaking sweat cooling on ravished limbs, sprawled in sated slumber.
One cannot appreciate the calm without the storm. Enveloped, complete, they sleep, wrapped around each other in blissful peace.
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