Unspeakable Love

Emily kisses me, and my legs involuntarily part beneath her. I want to accept her physically, but I also want her deep in my soul. I wrap my arms around her and stare into the middle distance. How can this be? How can I be so much in love with her? It’s a love that is all-consuming, yet also all-giving. She fills and fulfills me and at this precise moment, I want my existence to cease and to join with her for eternity. 

I feel her fingers enter me. No sex aids tonight, no plastic or rubber…this is pure Emily. I arch my back as she touches my intimate area and finds my g-spot effortlessly. She begins to kiss down my body - I know what is coming, but I can’t bear to be separated from her so by a gentle, yet meaningful hug I transmit my need for her closeness. Her fingers begin their dance of love inside me and I wrap my legs around her. 

Oh, her kisses! Some deep and passionate - others tentative, almost bordering on teasing, but each one filled with such unspeakable love. I feel the stirrings of an orgasm but it’s utterly irrelevant to what is happening here. My hand rest lightly on her back. There is no intention on my part of bringing her to orgasm, and anyway, right now, orgasm is but a mere passenger - a sideshow - an irrelevance. 

Her hand, her warm hand cups my breast and she looks deep into my eyes and says, “Oh Anna, my lovely, beautiful Anna. You’re the centre of my being, my soulmate, my lover and my friend. You complete me.” I cum, but it doesn’t feel like the gut wrenching orgasms I am capable of. My vagina holds her fingers like a mother might hold a child’s. My head curls over her shoulder and with each contraction I kiss her neck. 

How did our positions become reversed? I’m not aware of either of us moving, yet suddenly, seamlessly, I find myself on top of her. I’m kissing her with the same intensity she kissed me, but I know what we both desire. I need to worship at the shrine of love between her legs - to take communion from the benediction flowing freely from her. Again, seamless movement and there I am between her legs. Her scent engulfs me like incense from a thurible, and her hands on the back of my head feel like a blessing. I close my eyes as my lips touch her secret lips. My tongue extends, although not to penetrate - somehow that would be sacrilegious. Instead, I take the soft, sweet dew of her love for me into my mouth and swallow her. 

My tongue reaches her clit, and she cums softly, gently, tenderly into my mouth. 

We lie silently together wrapped in each other’s arms. Fulfilled, at peace and at one with each other. I can’t bear to let her go. The mere thought if getting up, of separating myself from her embrace is painful. But for now, at least, there’s no need. 

We must both have slept. Hours later, I find that Dani has gently pulled the duvet over our naked bodies, and known not to disturb us. 

Again, I stare off unfocused into the middle distance except this time, I close my eyes in prayer, and utter a simple, “Thank you”. 

No-one will ever convince me that homosexual love is wrong - sinful - evil. This, surely, is as God-given, as pure, as love is meant to be.