“Atlas and the Cosmos”
By Perpetualmotionn
His eyes were always laid upon her beautiful body, however strong she carried herself, he carried himself with more strength, an Atlas of sorts, and he was set to carry her world on his shoulders. He laid his hands upon her shoulders, they were soft, calm and serene like the open waters of the oceans. This was her ocean. He gazed into her eyes. Were they green? Hazel? A brown? He couldn’t tell, but to him it was fresh air. It gave him life, this was her sky. As he undressed her, slowly probing her skin with his soft, yet strong lips, chills ran down her spine and throughout her body.
As she began to quiver from each peck of his lips down her shoulders, then her lower back, she realized that this was what she needed. She wanted to be touched by the man whose words had already penetrated her so deeply, to her core, actually. He made her feel like a goddess with his words, a whore with his touch, a majestic scenery to behold with his gaze, but most of all, she was the cosmos within and without his presence. There was a brief moment of respite when he was around, all of her troubles disappeared within this small amount of time that felt like an infinite amount of time to her.