Two bodies, pressed together in a violent stillness.
Skin to skin, force meeting force.
They are wrapped in a passionate embrace.
Without movement, but not without force.

A motionless dance, building energy and desire.
They both yearn for release, but neither will submit.
And slowly the stalemate breaks as merciful tremors shake both.
Flesh slides, only for a moment, ever so slightly.

The effect breaks both, moaning as the heat builds inside.
The shift brings relief, but only drives a greater desire for more.
They push harder now, an unyielding mutual need to continue.
They penetrate, crack, and shake.

Both will surrender and break where they are weak.
Yet this only draws them closer at those points.
The small gaps and spaces fade away as they strain for release.
They approach the end, a primal need for domination.

One begins to slip, unable to match their partner any longer.
The other moans and both begin to shatter as they slide.
Waves of energy pulsate from between the two.
The heat comes to the surface and erupts, spilling out onto both.

A quake, an earth-shattering release of lustful need.
One holds firm, the other grinds.
The first moments both scream and rock and settle to stillness.
They thrust together again, less violent, more tender.

Again and again, until the lovers settle into comfort.
They rest, satisfied and tired.

Then driven by their insatiable desire, they begin to press again.