superjacent

The painting reflected raw emotion she decided as she stared at its crooked balance. She lay beside him breathing heavily. So this is what a real feast feels. When he was above her, she felt the warmth of his heart, breath and hands that skimmed over her breast. Sweat dripped down her neck as they shifted under the covers that blanketed their awkward nudity. The painting on the wall fell to the floor awakening him. “Did we do that?” he asked while turning to face her. The lovers muffled chuckles disappeared with each successive kiss.