"Write a story entitled 'The Brilliant Silence'."

The fire flickers in the stone fireplace, light from the flames dance through the half emptied goblets of wine and caresses the lovers tangled on the floor.

They are lost in their music-less dance, moving together to the quiet beating of their hearts and lust. He balances on his elbows, keeping his upper body lightly skimming against hers, and watches her eyelids widen then slide to half mast as he sinks into her.

She can feel the mute shudder of his body as she arches up in an eager invitation to meet his. Her wet, warm walls welcome him in, pulling and coaxing him to move deeper into her core. She aches to be as close to him as possible, and then some.

His face dips, brushing his stubble laden cheek against her silky smooth one, the scratching sound never moving past the point of friction. Her hot breath swirls against his shoulder as she purrs her pleasure.

Together they move, carrying each other higher. Need, passion, love and desire fueling the trip the lovers can only make as a duo.

Her head turns allowing her mouth to capture his. Her moans and his grunts die in the alcove created by their lips. His arms creep up behind her, his strong hands hooking over her soft shoulders to capture her. Her legs move up and around, locking behind his thighs, securing her own prisoner.

She gazes up into his handsome face, everything else fading away from her as she begins to lose herself in the sensations and emotions of demand and need. She focuses on his eyes, needing that lock to ground her and keep her from spiraling away and being lost forever. Slowly the understanding of what he�s telling her begins to spread through her along with the passion.

He looks possessively down at her, feeling the fire of passion and primal urge rush up and almost consume him as he focuses entirely on her, all thoughts of anything else, including himself, are forgotten. Seeing a hazy mistiness of an angel, her hair splayed outward not unlike a halo. She is the epitome of his inner thoughts and desires, the gift given to him that he has yearned for.

She arches.

He pushes.

She soars.

He guides.

She takes.

He gives.

She gives.

He takes.

Her hands slide down his back, nails dragging across the sweaty flesh, and she feels rather than hears his moans as his thrusts deepen and rock her to the core. Her eyes opening to watch the shadows of the firelight dance to their movements as her breath catches in her throat.

Almost rhythmically his need to wrap himself in her love comes sharper into focus for him as surrendering and understanding are made present - masked by the silent screams of their cravings.

He pulls her heart closer to his as he pulls her body tight, both reaching the peak of their fiery journey together. They leap and fly, locked in each other�s arms, locked in each other�s hearts. Their bodies bucking and writhing shamelessly as they travel the hills and valleys of their explosions.

They tremor and shudder as the waves recede, floating back down to earth on angel wings. His mouth meets hers once more, this time with tenderness and devotion, as she slips her delicate hand into his. Their fingers intertwine, locking their hands together, palm to palm.

He breaks the lingering kiss and pulls back slightly, suddenly aware that there is more in his heart that he feels he must express. He opens his mouth to speak and immediately her free hand comes up, placing a finger against his kiss-bruised lips, stopping the sound before it starts. She gazes deeply into his eyes, her love and devotion sparkling brightly there and with a silent smile she tells him she knows. His eyes widen a bit in confusion, and then soften almost immediately in acknowledgement of her gentle chastening. A hint of a sheepish smile dances across his lips and pushes against her finger. He realizes that any words spoken to try to express his feelings would be futile at best, as they would fail miserably to paint the picture for her. And in her gentle gesture she�s told him that she understands that as well. Both are now even more aware that neither could define completely the love they share, that there are no words to do it justice.

So he gazes into her eyes, opening his soul to her so that he might give her as much of a glimpse as he can. Both know there�s far more than either can perceive.

Sometimes love is expressed in what isn�t said instead of what is.

Words and Images � bisa-pet