He slipped his hands down her back and plunged into the waistband of her leggings down to her ample bottom where his hands naturally cupped the contour of her shape.
She in turn pressed up against him forcing his erection into a pressing bulge beneath the tight fabric of his jeans. She could feel the shape of it against her belly. They stayed like this for some time, kissing and fondling, rubbing hands, exploring each other…
This was man and woman as they have been for all the time that there have been men and women on the Earth. It was the primal urge. They had to have each other. There was no turning back.
“Let’s take our clothes off,” he suggests somewhat urgently. They don’t speak as they prepare for the ritual mating dance.
A kiss, a suck, a caress, a lick, a fondling, the fumbling entry, the submission… In less than fifteen minutes the whole thing was finished. Leaving her wanting more, leaving him willing. Again and again they would bond and mate repeatedly for years and years. They called it marriage.
And this was the beginning of life for both of them:
They lived in love
like Krishna and Radja:
music and bells,
flowers and incense,
dancing and singing…
into the end of time.
Love is a religious experience.
(First published 5/22/12)
