I would like to go further with this as a short story and find myself experiencing a blockage. Any ideas?
He lay in those arms, slender white bands that held him down even as they comforted. Beneath them sheets bunched and played over their skin like red water.
The room smelled of them, heat and passion hanging in the air with a weight of its own. The weight of the world.
He loved her, he realized after those many sleepless nights wondering about their place together. Was drawn into her in the timeless and inescapable fashion of tide to sandy shore. An intimate and never ending dance where he lost all control. All power.
“Let me go,” he begged.