Their lovemaking steered between moments of tenderness-with David above her with such love on his face that he looked like he was in pain-and raw, hard sex that made her cling to the handmade oak bed frame so David’s thrusts wouldn’t send her off-balance, flying onto the floor as he pounded her from behind.

The sounds they made were part song, part call and response-from gasps to screams to whimpers. As their sounds mingled with the other night noises drifting through the open window, with her dripping perspiration and the damp scent diffused inside the breezer in the room, Jessica felt like one of the creatures outside, unashamed in the wilderness, doing what God intended creatures to do.

Afterward, they were both breathing hard, their slick chests rising and falling, and their flesh burned so hot that they couldn’t bear to touch. They fell away from each other and lay still on the blanket, smelling their heavy sex scent, their bodies moist from each other.

The only light in the room was from the moon. David looked like a shadow beside her, as though she could reach outher barm out and it would pass through him.

"I love you so much Jess", he said, a whine.

"Me, too", she said.

He’d caught only one bass for dinner, using bread for bait since he had forgotten to buy worms. They cut the fish in half after he fried it up. She’d eaten fresh fish and day old fried chicken with a slice of bread, and it had tasted like a feast.

They’d sat on the cabin’s steps, watching the blaze of the sunset light up their island in an orange bath while David’s radio played static-filled jazz that sounded like broadcast from a long time ago.

This is a dream, her mind told her as she witnessed the too-perfect sunset. I’m going to wake up soon.

David turned over in bed, facing her. She felt his rapid breaths against her forehead. “I have so many things I need to tell you,” he whispered, “but I’m scared out of my mind”.

She'd expected this. A part of her had realised from the start that the purpose of this unexpected vacation was to give David whatever he needed -whether it was distance or guts or escape-to tell her more about himself. So, even without realising it, she’d been prepared. His words did not alarm her. She touched his damp hair with her fingertips.

“You don’t have to be scared”.

“There’s so much you don’t know”, he said.

“I know that”, she said. “But I need to. Right?”

A nearby owl hooted so loudly it sounded like it was in the room with them, perched at the head of the bed. When the room fell silent, she noticed the chaotic chirping of the crickets. Everything around them was awake, it seemed. So was she. Her eyes were wide, trying to make out David’s features in the dark.

From My Soul to Keep by Tananarive Due


Couple above from the great storehouses of images at INMAGINE and PHOTOALTO.



man and the woman are as naked as the day they were born, when God created them. Guided by the light of Dominique Douieb, their bodies sketch all the likely figures of a possible completeness. Masculine strength marries feminine harmony. The full forms of his muscles are wedded to the arches of her slender curves. Their destinies have always mingled together. Their interwoven bodies melt into a unity that the black and white treatment finishes to celebrate. Maximum amplitude on the scale of beauty.

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