I love you so much!
Lover, you are beautiful, and your acceptance protects
me. You shine brilliantly, like a new idea. Your passion
is warm and gentle, yet unrestrained and furious. Your
eyes hold both wisdom and sadness, but your lips are young
and full and eager. Your flesh is sweet to my hungry mouth,
and your nipples react to my touch, harden as your warm breath
caresses my ear. Your white, gleaming torso quivers against
my hands as they search you, as they strive to know and experience
every last inch of you. Your arms embrace me with the strength
of a thunderstorm, your hands, first raking then teasing,
coax to life my dormant skin, setting it tingling with electricity.
At only the touching of our lips, my maleness awakens, strains
against restricting cloth, rages to be free. Your thighs
embrace one of mine, squeezing it between them as we press
our bodies still harder against each other, still unable
to get close enough. As I bury my face in your neck, your hair
wildly whilrs and snarls and clings to me, filling me with
your scent I breathe you in, and breathe you in again, filling
all of me with the essence of you. Now the whole of your body
is revealed to me, your soft, womanly form naked to my hungry
eyes. I drink in the sight of you, wanting to drown in you,
and never be heard from again. Skin to skin we embrace, and
all our nerves come alive as we struggle to experience every
possible sensation.
Now I feel the clutch of your womb on my finger as my hand makes
love to you. We are oblivious to all but our own enflamed
senses. It is so warm inside you, and your moisture flows,
welcoming me. I hear the music of our breath, our small sounds
of desire as our embrace tightens, shifts, tightens again.
Now, with all of me pressed against all of you, our mutual
desire refuses to be denied any longer. Our bodies must
be joined as closely as they can be, our hungriest aspects
locked together, filling us with exquisite pleasure.
Newly sheathed in its latex skin, my hardness, though left
alone only momentarily, twitches, strains outward, desperately
seeking its natural home. It is not long in coming, and the
warm, lush softness of you embraces, squeezes, envelops
me. My wonder has long since broken free from its chains
of cynicism, but now it surges up to fill every part of my
consciousness: wonder at all the sensations, at your beauty
and warmth, at this sublime moment, this communion between
man and woman.
When it ends, as it must, nothing has been lost: we are still
close together, still sharing all of our bodies with each
other. It is late now, and time for sleep: we know that *all*
of the bodys needs must be attended to, and sleep is no exception.
But we cannot break our embrace. Instead, we shift, turn
onto our sides and nestle like spoons: the backs of your
legs embrace the front of mine as I press my chest against
your back, wrapping my arms around you to hold you as we drift
toward sleep together.