She is a whitely pale woman, almost ghost like, with large pouting eyes staring into my soul. XXX He hears her and obliges by sending the fullness back into me, ever so gently. “Oh my dear God, Oh sweet-“ I shout a chorus to join hers. I glance up and into his deep eyes. She is absolute innocence, and her beauty is stark. He knows the time for her is short. Her eyes close to mask all the years of sorrow that have plagued her. I can feel the sting of cold earth on my knees and my hands. The odor of dirt reaches my senses. I slowly rose to my feet. “She can feel you, look at what you’re doing to her.” I reveled in her delight as their consummation ceremony began.
