Mi-Na gasped. Hwang’s hand was upon her, his palm holding her intimately. She watched him, as he watched her, his dark brown eyes drowning her. She never thought such bliss could ever be possible. But with Hwang, anything and everything, was possible.

Hwang would reverently hold her, his hand cupping her tenderly. He felt like he was holding the whole world in his hand. Mi-Na was his world, she was all he knew. The way she moved, the way she responded to his touch, it so utterly thrilled him. She looked so beautiful, mesmerized by the sight of her gloriously writhing, reaching her ecstasy time and time again. Oh, how he loved to watch her shatter, shattering so exquisitely in his arms, tremors wracking her body with joy. She was poetry in motion. The intense rapture on her face, the sweet little cries she would make, if this wasn’t heaven, he didn’t know what was.

“That was wonderful,” she whispered, her gaze lovingly upon him.

Hwang’s heart soared. Nothing could have delighted him more, knowing that he had pleased his beloved. Her happiness meant more to him than anything else, not even his own life. He kissed her cheek.

“Theres more, my love,” he seductively whispered.

Mi-Na’s eyes widen. “More?”

“Yes, my Mi-Na. Much more.” He kisses her neck. “Do you want more, my Mi-Na?”

She smiles radiantly at him. “Oh, yes…please.”

I lay in your arms,
So utterly shattered
Your silken stalk,
Filling me exquisitely
Making me whole