Elemental Desire

He arrived in the spring. In a cloud of chalk dust and laughter. With a presence as warm and alluring as the southern breezes ushering in the vernal equinox. His entrance marked the end of a long winter. A season filled with barren fields laid waste by empty promises, frosted ponds iced over with neglect and apathy, jagged icicles forged out of crystallized drops of narcissism frozen in time. Gradually, stilted exchanges turned into rapt conversations, the words beginning to flow just as the streams began to thaw. Fountains of hope bubbled up out of the ground, creating rivulets in the now damp earth, coaxing new life out of some long-dormant seeds. A beguiling musk of pine perpetually emanating from his skin, reminiscent of the Eleusinian mysteries and Demeter's evergreen promise to deliver a new season of growth each spring. His unbridled joy at bearing witness to the natural world ushered in the winds of change. The tides turning. Tectonic plates shifting. A barometer alarming as a high pressure system swept out a low. A smoldering passion for life and a primal, intoxicating energy set the flint against steel. And then lust struck the blade.

Seulement, vous avez apercu les entincelles, vous n'avez pas vu l'incendie.

You have only glimpsed the sparks. You have not yet seen the fire.

As the solstice stretched the days, soft catches turned into a free fall. A friendship caught on fire. A feral warrior collided with a wild huntress. A pantheon held silence with a shared bated breath. Artemis had finally met her match. The footsteps of the intrepid huntress faltered as she caught site of a handsomely muscled silhouette between the birches. Sinews flexing enticingly as the warrior effortlessly scaled the cliff face. Shirking any air of bravado, his aura thrummed with a quietly profound self-confidence. An ancient aphrodisiac so captivating it had inflamed the gods. So powerful, it patterned Gaia's molten iron core, with a gravitational pull so strong it could hold the moon itself. And so, too, was the huntress pulled off the beaten path. Her stag forgotten, a chase started anew. His piercing gaze delivered a challenge. Daring her to take another step, join his hunt. The hunt for ecstasy. Forces joined, they could tease the edges, divine the boundaries, and set them ablaze. Like Aphrodite from the sea foam, like Athena from a fractured skull, the spectre of Erotica rose, a serpent stirred, a siren began to sing.

Et la, un nouveau desir. Je voudrais chute libre dans ton pouvoir.

And there, a new desire. I want to free fall into your power.

Trading serpentine safety knots for Shibari, a carnal flame ignited and crackled between them like the emerald mystery of St. Elmo's fire. Each stroke gentle at first, a spine traced as gently as one might unfurl the delicate flowers of a dawn lily. A thigh's ecchymotic bloom explored reverently as they sought to discover that ephemeral inflection point between pain and pleasure. His strong hands teasing, coaxing, sculpting fantasy into a sensual reality. A west wind began to blow, dragging off clothes and any relic of diffidence. A searching tongue licked its way up a chiseled torso while teeth bit a lip with devastating languor. A ravenous mouth sucked the sweet juice of a ripe raspberry off a nipple erect with desire. A river began to rage, its banks overflowing into cerulean pools. The valley had never been so wet. A back arched, a pelvis offered. Moans traded longingly between parted lips. Hair pulled back and a throat exposed. The warrior applied pressure, controlling the flow of the most vital of life forces, blood and air. Pulses beat against their captor. Breath struggled to become air. Her vision tunneling, she focused on his every command, whispered huskily into the night air. Relax. Open wide. Breathe. Look into my eyes. Surrender. Restraints broken, inhibitions untethered, she let go and her world blurred into an ebony abyss of rapture. With heat rising, flames licking, and skin slick with sweat, two souls fell together rather then apart. The law of entropy falls. The speed of sound catches light. And in a moment, they were dragged under by a rip current of primal hunger. Left gasping for breath and balancing on an alpine peak. On the knife's edge between peril and ecstasy. A sword pulled from a stone, then plunged into pliant flesh. A flesh that was begging for release. Hips thrusting rhythmically, an ancient metronome beating out the tempo of lust. Lithe bodies shape shifting, flexing, coiling, releasing, crying out as they created a scandalous, erotic work of art. A lascivious exhibition for a repressed world. And then passion reached its zenith.  The elements combined in the crucible of orgasmic power. Earth. Wind. Water. Fire. Surrender. Graphite becomes a diamond, silicate becomes kyanite, a grain of sand becomes a pearl. A huntress becomes a believer. They lie naked and limp, thirst slaked, bodies shuddering with the aftershocks of alchemy. The natural world restored to order. A garden sown, a fire stoked, a sail full and taut, a well overflowing. Earth. Wind. Water. Fire.

Vraiment, toujours que je sais est nous sommes un fait accompli.

Elemental Inevitability.

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