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Mental Mists
From the mists
of your mind, I silently find you, alone again. I
steal from nowhere to touch your shoulder from behind. You whirl
around
to see me, knowing who I am, and where I came from. What wonders
will
your imagination bring you this time? Allow me to show you...
I am, as you made me, tall, powerful, and staring at my
shadowed
face, you feel a chill run down your spine, settling between
your legs
as a distracting tingle of excitement.
With a careless jerk of my head, you are made naked before
me. My
nudity also is revealed, and I see you drinking in the sight
of me like
a sweet liqueur. My eyes smolder as they meet yours, and I smile
slightly, knowing all too well just what you want.
I step toward you, but I do not touch you, yet. I examine
the
smooth skin of your forehead, the wisps of hair at your temples,
the
soft flesh behind your ears. You feel my breath tickle your
skin, and I
hear your sharp intake of breath as my lips brush your neck.
Now I hold you, lightly, and you clutch at me desperately,
assuring
yourself of my reality. I feast on the skin on the nape of your
neck,
tasting the delicate hairs there, smelling the subtle perfume
of your
body.
The heat that rises from you is palpable, and I absorb it,
adding
to my own essense by it. I stroke the side of your face and
your
shoulder, feeling the muscles go limp beneath my fingers as I
move.
Your breathing becomes ragged, and I pull you close to me. Your
breasts
press firmly against my chest, and I stroke your back firmly.
My lips finally seek out yours, and our tonuges war fiercely.
It
is a battle that we both will win, though, and as I look deeply
into
your eyes, we share a knowing smile.
We relax, supine, and our passion mounts as we explore each
others'
bodies with our eyes, our hands, and our mouths. The skin on
your legs
springs up with goosebumps as my fingers trail lightly up your
thighs.
I feel, rather than hear, your gasp as I touch your essense
with my
mouth, tasting you, rolling your sweet flower across my toungue.
You
move in slow, flowing rhythms, as my exploration continues.
My hands
open you to me, and I penetrate your center with a movement of
my mouth.
I feel your response against my lips, taste the fluids of
your
pleasure trickling down my throat like a rare, sweet wine. The
sounds
of your passion have aroused my own response, and I release you
for a
moment.
My kisses move up your body, stopping here and again to
force your
body to writhe in pleasure. Finally, I am kissing the hollow
of your
collarbone, and you feel me probing gently at your entrance.
By this time, your body is shaking under mine, and I claim
you with
an excruciatingly slow stroke, savouring the sweet look on your
face.
My hands seek out yours, and I hold you gently as my mouth finds
your
lips, and we share a slow, lingering kiss.
I move in you, slowly at first, and then with increasing
urgency,
matching the bucking of your hips. I can feel the tightening
in your
belly, and my own zenith approaches also.
Like a wave breaking on a storm-swept seashore, we reach
the
pinnacle of our adventure together. Holding hands, we survey
the
landscape of the imagination together, merged as one, as we fill
each
other's souls, meshed with our own.
We drift into a dreamless sleep together in an intimate
tangle. As
you slip into unconsiousness, you feel me squeeze your hand lightly,
and
you squeeze mine in return, smiling.
You wake, as you slept, alone in the darkness of your bedroom.
Your body is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and you
can smell
the musky scent of sex heavy in the air. Your sheets are tangled
at
the bottom of the bed.
As you lie there, recalling the passion you felt, a breeze
whispers
past your ear, "Another time, perhaps..." |