Flame (erotica)

Dusk blanketed the night in its darkest robe.

The man walked slowly to where she laid.  Under the flicker of the lone flame that escaped the carelessly hung lamp at the corner of her room, the man looked at the naked curves of her sleeping body that moved rhythmically with her breath.  The place was mostly dark otherwise and he saw her ample curves glistening under the golden hue of the wavering flame.  There was some sort of beauty in watching her sleep.

The man knew he only had some more time left before dawn breaks and with it, the world around him would wake up.  He somewhat enjoyed the loneliness the sleeping world gave him but he knew he needed to get to her before the world woke up. 

He went closer to her and laid his hand on her sleeping warm body.  He caressed his hand slowly along the length of her sinuous body and touched her in a way only he knew.  She slowly opened her dark, beautiful eyes and instantly recognized his impatience.  She was used to his ways and knew exactly what he wanted.   She moved and positioned herself so that he could slowly let his hands run gradually under her.  She welcomed him.

Both knew they had only little time before the world wakes up and thus hurried into play.  She felt his hand touching her in a familiar way and she felt his hand hold her voluptuousness and then press her, first slowly, then gently and then hard.  She closed her eyes, cringing with a sense of both pain and pleasure.  And he pressed her again.  Harder.  And harder.  And harder.  Again.  And again.  And again.

In the flicker of the lone flame wavering in the feeble wind, the two early bodies went about with their act oblivious to the world around them, whom they safely assumed was still in slumber under the dark of the night. 

After a while, he was done.  He was satisfied.  He got what he had wanted.  He stood up to leave.  Dawn broke and a faint wind doused the flickering flame of her lamp. 

She was happy too.  And she knew that he would be back for the same the next dawn too; it had become routine and she was now used to him, his way and his act.

For he was the farmer and she, was his only cow.