Explicit

We had just finished making love. That wonderful feeling of exhaustion mixed with elation seemed to fill the room. My thoughts flowed together with his. Our emotions mingled; we reveled in each other's bliss. My body felt like it was wafting on a breeze, slowly rocking back and forth, weightlessly wandering.

"I feel like I'm floating", I said.

My imagination wandered; the bedroom dissolved around me.

- - -

Portia's Speech from the Merchant of Venice (Excerpt):

The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven,
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blessed.
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

We all do pray for mercy
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

--William Shakespeare

"Stop it," said Veronica, as she swatted her boyfriend’s hand. Despite her pleading, her boyfriend, Mac, still couldn’t keep his hands off the receding bulge that emerged from beneath her cutoff tee shirt.

Shawn had awoken over six hours ago; enough time that she might have reconciled herself to the present circumstances. Not a chance. Rattling the ancient rolled iron cuffs that held her hands together, suspended nearly arm length above her head by the equally elderly chain that ran up the rock hewn wall, she growled softly at the back of her throat while her mind frantically ran over the events of the last few days.