Everything

    They asked her what she would risk for him....she said.... " Everything ".
     
   There are very few things in life that she would kill for. Very few things that motivate her soul to feel, and her heart to beat the way this man had done. She didn't have it in her to love another human being the way she had always longed to , until now.

   It was effortless the way she craved the sound of his voice. The long intimate stares they shared from across crowded rooms, and the way they easily saw past the glances of the tormented creatures who fed off of their attraction to one another.

   She didn't have much, but she had exactly what he needed. That woman marvelously possessed every slight of hand, twist of tongue necessary to lore her lover in deep within the confines of her mind. There he would see her plain as day the way no one had ever even tried. How beautiful to know what her heartbeat must sound like from the inside.

   He was a part of her. A large, powerful force that drove her insanely mad ...to the point of an utterly orgasmic love affair. Intertwined they had become. Skin upon skin, hand upon chest, upon layer of countless layers of age old torture. Stripping articles of clothing in a vain attempt to strip themselves of the decades worth of shame. It was beautiful the way they created magic between the friction within their actions.

   Two had become one. Halves became whole. A unit. A gloriously complicated sum of all there had ever been...and all that there ever will be.