Offerings.

They lay next to each other, body's molding within each other's crevice, within each other's souls. Everything felt so simplistically brilliant. There was no tomorrow as her fingers traced his tattoo's, there was no yesterday as his hands caressed her curves. He was looking at her, she was looking at him, but their third eye strong looked in the same direction. She smirked with glee at the thought of this new hidden treasure, this new connection, she was used to great sex but he had used a word in the morning that came upon her like a cold splash of water.

“I've never been so into it before, felt like I was making love”

“But that's the best kind of sex”

Creation of energy, the laws of the universe says energy cannot be created or destroyed, whoever wrote those laws clearly had never had sex with her. Sex is such a gift, that connection between two human beings surpasses any amount of orgasm's you can garner, her awareness of self shielded her from any pathetic sense of entitlement she could've possibly attained from this encounter, she knew herself, she knew her body, she had made love and that love was to be carried within her for the rest of the day. That positive energy was a gift from above. She silently thanked him for this as she placed another kiss on his lips. He in turn kissed her forehead. A movement she had come to adore.

It was just so simple. No questions asked. I like you, you like me, 2+2=4. Nothing else in the equation, with other's there was always something else, something pressing, something emotional, something unnecessary, at times even someone else came into the mix. But this purely human instinct, this unadulterated joy could only be spread within two parties.

He closed his eyes and she looked to the ceiling, remembering scenes from the night before, all through out the night actually, did they ever actually sleep?

Her smile widened.

Next time there should be a photographer, this 'Original Sin' type of fucking looked just too beautiful to be kept to herself. She wandered what other's would say when they found out, would feeling's be hurt, would this connection between them ever surpass the comfortable level it perched on now? Did it have to? Did she even want it too? She looked back to him, noting his sharp cheek bones, his slightly tinted pink lips and weighed the option.

“Wouldn't be too bad I suppose” she murmured to herself.

What she really meant to say was, “I could imagine fucking this every day. I could definitely get some head from this every day. Lord. That head”

But of course she had to pretend she wasn't so focused on the sex. She was a spiritual being, she was enamored with the feeling that sex with this particular human being provided. Clear, white energy balled up in her hands, she spread her fingers wide and far and hovered them over her body, covering all avenues with the blessed light.

She wondered what he'd say if she tried to explain this to him, his brain looked brilliant, a lot of potential but could he actually understand any of this? Or would she have to teach him? If he did, then she'd more than likely end up marrying him, if he didn't.

“That's the way it goes.”

But then she remembered how he kissed her legs, how he gripped her waist and his closed third eye was instantly forgiven.

She was interested, in the potential of it all, that she couldn't deny. She wouldn't deny anything in fact, there was strength in awareness of self. She liked him, but it based completely on instinct, she was just listening to her cravings, smelling the human pheromones attracting her to the honey within.

And that honey was just too sweet.

The potential. Not the money.

It always drew back to the potential.

Even if it was her best friend's lover.

* I sighed. And I wishd that was what she was thinking.*