What is love really?
I'll tell you what love is he said, and from there she was taken.
From the floor to the ceiling, falling up and sliding in his being like it was hers.
This gentle giant with moves like a cat owning enough lives to bring her to her knees.
Ten past two clocks strike but time is of no consequence for this thing called her best kept secret.
Rough and tumble the floor is quaking from his spell like he slipped sex into her coffee.
And more than high this goes. Past the fairytale and spun into the sheets. An abyss of lovemaking.
Yes! She is taken. Yes! She is thrown and with his slight of hand she can't even remember what came before this moment.
How did he get here? With eyes closed, mouth open and hungry for his food. A meal consisting of talks of life beyond two. A full course of the stuff that makes your insides do cartwheels.
Too much, too little, just enough. What is this hold? Doth I protest too much? Doth I speak of lips wet that speak a language only they can decifer.
With the familiar upside-down the moon never looked so beautiful. In the company of nature humming on the path of fate that twists and turns and winds around their hands intertwined as if that was their place. And her place is filled. Spilling over with the knowledge that he is real.
An open book for her to dive into.
Pages and pages of chapters of goodness with a surprise ending that will shake all those around them.
What is love?
It will be this. This thing here. This exact moment of connection.
It will grow, it will deepen, it will explore every boundary and surpass it ten times over because he said so.
Yes. She is taken.
He has scooped her up and laid her down all tangled and twisted in this soon to be love.
Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright August 2004
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