Dreams...(Szalor)

She already was quivering underneath the body of Szalor. All of his presence was something she could not comprehend. He may claim her as a goddess she will state he is more than a god. Hands holding tightly upon him whenever her own hands becomes free when his begins to roam the planes of her body. All this made her to stop thinking. All logic, all thinking has been shut down. Now worked the feelings...the impulse. She leaned into kiss his neck. She could not stand tormenting waiting and wanted him, the longer. she waited the more she craved for his touch. Joyce did not see anything that was going on. And would barely notice even if entire crowd would gather to watch this little show. Her lips parted to speak but not any sound escaped. Words were not needed. The body itself dictated the answer, the only one response he so wanted to hear. Yes and only Yes. And not any No for Szalor. She would die to make him happy, and his happiness was her happiness. She was ready to give all herself to him instead of taking something from him.

He watched her body movements and slowly dragged his hands up under her shirt. With his hands went the dominating cloth that covered the top of her body. He had no idea where this world they were creating together would lead, however, he wanted to see the fruits of their creation. He wanted to explore her body like it was a brand new world, because to him, it was. This woman was going to give herself to him and he would not take, but simply share himself with her. She was willing to commit to the idea and together they would make the world theirs. This new realm was not simply of his creation, but hers as well. His hands glided the covering over her top exposing her body to the realm finally. The shirt simply dropped away and his eyes glowed with the powerful luminescence. He needed not say anything. She could read his thoughts like any Telepath, for he was open while he committed himself to the love that was happening between them. He smiled with pleasure at the exotic affection between them. With his thoughts, he moaned her name.

Szalor.... again her lips whispered. A brand new world had been in process of creation and it made her even more dizzy. Everything was spinning around but she had been held by only his eyes ever so hypnotizing. The passion that built around and in between the two could melt anything it would touch. The touch ever so gentle made her body to faint. It could seem as if he knew where and how exactly to touch. As if professional musician would know his instrument well, as his own five fingers. There was no more fear...no more worry. Joyce realized that the only way he could leave her would be death. But she would not allow that too even if it is very selfish. But for the sake of pure love she held for him, Joyce would not let death grasp him with it's cold long fingers.
Her hands began to roam, exploring his body and finding it's more than perfect. She grazes her nails gently under his shirt until proceeds to remove it slowly. A smile crossed her lips. This waiting......you are tormenting me, Szalor... she whispered and leaned into kiss his lips again, slowly moving to his neck, teasingly and gently.I want this promissed piece of heaven.....i need the key...

He smiled kissing her body allowing the shirt of him to be removed. The trinket of his former comfortable state was gone and he was glad. His muscles tensed at the excitement and each ab flexed in anticipation. He bent down to continue his process of making passion to her. His lips caressed her body like it was an ocean to dive into. He smelled her skin and took in all of the gift of the breath. He wanted only that which was moaning near his ears and softly kissing his body. Neither of them were their former selves. They were the new embodiments of energy and phenomena. Their passion glowed like Christmas tree lights in a dark room. Spilling out of them was the rainbow luminescence of light, energy, and matter. His hands moved south and much like the shirt; her pants were slid off of her body allowing for a full view of her physical perfection. There were no words as her pants came off. She was simply in her undergarments and he was thrilled at the passion ensued by their thoughts. His energy was at its height with she and him creating their own world. Though, this world could not last forever; while their passion could this realm was theirs while they needed it. He smiled at her and mouthed, 'I love you' to her. Bending down he passionately continued to kiss her allowing the full breadth of his heart to penetrate her lips. He slid his tongue in softly and gently massaging hers. His tongue could only continue to caress hers and work its way into her mouth. Not too far, but enough of the inside of her mouth was given the touch of his tongue's affections.

What is this...? she whispered finally seeing strange things going on. The surroundings disappeared, darkness appeared with all these sparkles of light falling like the star rain. Her fingers gripping upon him even tighter, but still gently. It all looked so wonderful, most like a dream. She thought she was supposed to feel cold after loosing clothings especially in the darkness and shadows...but all these lights...and the touches of Szalor, and his kisses. Goodness he was so divine. She wanted it to last forever...and ever...and on ....like never ending dream or rather....fairy tale. His words, these three words spoken in such a way heated her body up, they were more endearing than he would expect them to be and made her feel extremely important and special. I love you more. No offense... she said with a smile and trailed off feeling the tongue gently invading her moath. She let's in like the gates lets in a lonely traveller welcoming and taking care of it. Her brown eyes closed down. No need to see anything. It is enough see can hear and feel...

His energies enveloped them and their world became an infinite realm. Szalor finished kissing her and raised his head to answer her question, "This is our world Joyce; this is our life." He smiled kissing her gently and in an instant the threads making up his fatigues diminished like they had never existed. His undergarments were the only thing left as he caressed her cheek. He needed to give her the heart that he held and so he reached to the visible chain around his neck taking it off. The chain was of a cross shape that gave him strength and at one time had been a symbol of a brotherhood he had been a part of.

He gave her the symbol and smiled. After the kiss he said, "I want you to have this as a symbol of our love. I want to give you my heart because now; you are my heart." He smiled as the lights around them intensified. The lights shot across their black sky and lit their world up. The beauty of the scene much to be described of the beauty of the Garden of Eden and Szalor was not done. He had probed the mind of Joyce and in the darkness the music of a song that they had just played together could be heard. Their song asking, "Are You The One?" began to play as they continued to make love Within Temptation. Szalor himself lifted the scene of love to another aether realm. There Szalor started to explore Joyce in a more in depth fashion as he moved his hands along the curves of her body and allowed his lips to trace the front of her.