We have enough time for it all.

Election night. We watch it and smart phone it and Wikipedia it all night. Till we are filled with numbers and polls and stuff.

It is not my thing, Morry’s. But I like to do this thing with her. I like to flit. In and out and watch how she gets excited and tells me some bit of news or tidbit of knowledge about one of the candidates. I love her candor the most. Her quips and jokes that she lights my way with. You watch a bit of her show and it glitters in the sun, just so.  I am, uninspired by politics, bored. She makes it bearable.

So we watch until we are tired, then we sneak off to bed. We slide between sheets and find each other in the warmth and darkness.

I love the feel of her skin, I’ve thought of this for a bit, and this is what it is. I love grabbing her and pulling her close, how we fit together. Locking into place like the best legos. Snikt. Brand new out of the box, don’t pinch yourself.

Cuttlefish.

Yeah like that. Like under her skin is this ever changing design that plays out and I tap into that.

Like now, when she is cumming and I drop down so I can suck her orgasm out of her pussy. So I can sink my fingers into her sex and scoop out her soul. She feels like waves of light and meat spasming and all I want is all of it.

Every last drop on my tongue.

This is half candlelight and caves. This is nature, and I pump my fingers up inside of her. You can hear that faint slap, like I’m punching her. The fingerprint of the inside of her pussy pulses and writhes against my fingertips.  I suck and lick and bite her clit, just to drive her nuts, and her screams are a cathedral orchestra that bathe my ears in immoralities and my dick twitches against her leg.

I feel that pattern, as I run my hands across her spasming chest, that sequence, a beat. I grab her breast and squeeze, swirl a finger around a nippleZ Fluttering of wings in time with a metronome’s skullduggery. Like sugar made from light.

I love her so.  Later I cum on her face as she fingers her clit and just breaths in the skin of my dick. My cock head so close to her lips that I can feel the moisture from her breath.

We are in sync, her and I and when we are out, we know that the real is right here, bury deep within her, sharing breath. Becoming and cumming. We are a shared dream giving breath. Just a mirage, it’s not water over there…

She says maybe we should move and then we spend a large amount of time talking about all the places we’d be happy in. In my heart I don’t care where we are at. I’m mean I do but I don’t when it comes down to it.

Places to explore, fun places to go, make laughter along the way.

She talks about how we can buy a whole Italian village. Just wander the streets hand In hand, making hooting sounds just to hear the buildings say it back. Mocking us gently as we sit next lot an old wood burning stove in one of the houses in the center of town. Making tea and having a bit of freshbaked bread and olive oil. Warming our hands and eating bread and soup and talking, just talking. And then after, well it’s a whole village to ourselves, we fuck on a blanket in the middle of the town square. She grabs the nearby fountain as I fuck her, her breasts bare, pushed up and mashed against the concrete and stone of the dried out fountain. Bits of stone dislodge from the mortar as I push into her. She leers at me and I cum so deep I fall over her back, she pushes back against me, I hold on to her hips and just cum, groaning as I shoot into her spasming pussy. As she strokes me on her back swing. She rubs her pussy with the heart beat of my cock and drains me right into her. I just sit there frozen and jerking and catching my breath as she watches all of me and licks my chin. Then I assume we’d have something olive-y for lunch. With some old cheese.

She says Maybe you don’t love me anymore and I spend the night reminding her of how untrue that is. As we walk down the street from our house, the leaves chasing behind us, the smell of cold and cinnamon. Our noses red with autumns first chilly nights.

She says maybe we could live up north. Far away from anyone, on a river, and we could just hunt and fish, and live. Fishing and laughing on the shores of our own rustic island, cabin

In the background and the last rays of a perfect day against our backs. Sitting in a tree stand with her, rubbing our runny noses and trying to stay warm while we wait for a deer to come by. So we do, and we bring home a nice buck, all cleaned out and ready for hanging. We chop up blackstrap and fire them up on the grill and look out on lake that’s never seen a street light. The stars reflected in its inky mirror. Like the devils land. But it’s beautiful. We keep giant steaming mugs by our sides, and crunch on popcorn as we look up at the sky, at another perfect night with Morrie. We steal kissed between the stars, in the darkest places. We bring them home in our pockets, eat them with cocktail sauce, feel that warm glow in our bellies as we fuck, just the warmth and heat of a super nova,  with temperature shifts to Kelvin’s, and absolutes and god, you know I just, I love her.

I do. Simply put. She completes me. I fucking love her by my side, just talking to me, listening to the sky, to a new morning, to fresh coffee, to good waking up sounds, becoming sounds, become another coffee commercial, and I, it’s not that, it’s just, all I want is you, and after I’ve had enough of you, then yes I’d love to try this, mm, where’d you say this was from? Oooh Sulawesi Toraja…oooh?   where is that? That sounds fancy. That’s nice well, maybe just a small drink or two, while I wait for the missus, mm is that…do I?…Do I taste a dark chocolate and full bodied ripe fruit flavor going on? Mmm uh, love it, love, I fucking love it. Yes Peirre, I’ll finish my drink and I’ll take a pound of this elixir good sir.

Later, we sit and drink this full bodied blend of dark cherry, English leather,  chicory, and contemplate another perfect night together, lost in the momentary illusion of so much time. I really don’t care about the coffee. I like tea personally.  But the missus likes Coffee, so I try to keep her well stocked. Card games and conversations. Like those commercials on tv, like the ones they have where you can just taste that coffee because you’ve probably had that moment once. When the coffee just, man, just really, like that’s all you need, like 5 – 6 cups like ambrosia, slurp. Hit.the.spot.

That’s my time with Morrie, whether it is talking about the stars or hunched behind her fucking and touching and rubbing her beautiful thighs. She reached up in the darkness to caress my chest. To pull me by my neck to her lips, leaned over and sweating as I fuck her and she is my eternity. It’s just like the best cup of coffee ever. She whispers yes in my ear, hold my hips close, so all I can do is drench her pussy in ropes of my cum. I empty out Into her and she smiles. 

That is to say, that I don’t wish to get away from our life as much as I like to see it refined. We become, velveteen we become. We distill, until we are exactly who we are. No more and no less, and the we walk forward in time. It is the quiet together, the soft conversation, that lead to laughter and gasps. It is the sitting beside her as she naps and touching her leg. It is the hug she gave me as I came in shivering from outside. It is when our heads touch. Just a quiet knocking of bone and thoughts. Relax, we are a team.

And then it is also this. This sweet moment when I cum and it drips and jerks out of me as I soften inside you. Our cum dripping out of your pussy.  And all we are is breath in the darkness. How the light catches our eyes. We smell of sex and soap and content and all it is is how my dick twitches inside of you, as you touch my face with your hands, and kiss me.

It is how you grab my hand when I need it, when I am lost, and we ground each other.

It is the moments when you are the big spoon.

It is the quiet of a drive, where we have nothing to say, but whisper the lyrics of a song in the passing wind and how our hands become the wings of a bird floating above the car. This is where I want to be, here, beside you.

It is the light that shines in me that no one sees, but you.