One touch....a heat, a fire, a feather-soft searing of the flesh. Calloused hands smooth as velvet. I see it in your eyes...the want, the need, the animalistic pull. You pull me close...melting into your soft body...and you place your lips so softly on mine. Spinning, lost in the moment...somewhere I hear the silent humming of the universal vortex as it spins in ryhthm.
I open my eyes and see you again...that blue-grey flame...words whispered that I cannot hear but know by heart. Collision of heat as hands trace curves...trace veins...down to your soft center...down to this low point where heaven blends seamlessly with the feminine form.
I can smell your sweet scent as you spread your legs, I can hear your heart beating and the blood in your veins. And I am lost...for I don't know if this is my body caressing yours or yours caressing mine, my lips on yours or yours on mine. Is this my heartbeat? Is it yours? Whose blood is beating in such chaotic, tantric rhythym? We've lost one another within one another.
Now pulling back. And it's all a game. Tickling, laughing, wrestling. I watch the atmosphere slowly spin inside your eyes. Watching you watch me with such intensity is euphoric, erotic, engaging. The lines between you and reality are dimming, blurring. It feels like a meteor shower right here within this room--passion, desire, this need all crashing down around us. Lady, if you step closer I fear I will be incinerated.
Now we're too far gone. Your naked body trembles within my arms. So soft--like the morning dew slipping towards the center of a closing rose. Your beauty...o love, are there even words for it? Aphrodite would be shamed...the waterfall would never again roar...unicorns would disappear from all of human kind's imagination--you dim, pale, transcend all of them. Your eyes are darkened mirrors, but there are no boundaries. Hypnotic, mesmerizing, I cannot look away as I dance over you, within you. Everything spins, till darkness is all that's left, just you and I, the only light illuminating my dark soul the psychadelic fever burning here at my fingertips, here on my tongue.
Oh god, womin. You are an inferno. A devil. An afreet. Who knows how you conquered every barrier? Your feral screams mount the night as we pulse together. I cannot separate my heat from yours. My body is no longer there. Only you...only my captor...only our love. My head rests between your thighs, but god it cannot stay there. There is to much to taste, to sense, to believe in. From the molten center of your soul, to the gentle swell of your breasts, to the sharp peaks of your nipples. Your lips are bruised, your breath is ragged, sweat dampens your brow. You pull me closer, tighter...but how much closer can I get when you have already consumed me? I hear a name riding the waves and I swear I thought that name belonged to me once. But now it's just a mantra...an ancient love call resounding to the heady, drunken beat of our love.
