Through a symphony of moaning, your body tells me of its longing. I am passionate in my approach and intent in my listening. To please you, is more than just mere expressions of the physical; It is primal passion, long lasting, mixed with something ethereal. I immerse myself in you, after a red sky fades into the night And the color of the sky becomes midnight blue. You hold onto me, tightly, shuddering uncontrollably, Unable to express to me what you feel, verbally, but I know; baby, I know. I must venture deeper to capture the raw essence of your primal heart; I want you to tell me the secrets of your erotic desires, as if we were long distance lovers. Whisper to me, not what I want to hear, but the things you’ve wanted to try for years. Our intimacy started when I kissed your neck and shoulders, as you let down your hair. The beauty of your aura must be appreciated, so I step back and stare; With sensual eyes, I step back and stare. I close my eyes to savor the moment, and when they are again opened, a goddess is there. A beautiful goddess, with long flowing waterfalls for hair, is standing there.
He remembers every intimate intricacy of her sensuality, the taste of her intensity, and the reaction of her body. His uninhibited soul, kisses her deeply and wildly. The silent anticipation is quickly drowned in screams and unquenchable erotic whispers in-between.
She explores her body thoroughly, rediscovering the parts of her that were once receptive to pleasure but now lie dormant. She craves soft kisses on her neck. She craves intimacy. In her desire, she has found a renewed sensuality; she closes her eyes, touching herself slowly. Time is of no consequence; the primal arousal of her body is awakened gradually. Her heavy breathing is a direct reaction to her erotic memories; thinking about him in her fantasy, she whispers his name sensually, inadvertently. In her new found arousal there is wonder and beauty. Somewhere in her psyche, there is an underlying erotic subtleness that teases her body. She whispers his name again — this time intentionally. She feels him. She feels him deeply. She surrenders herself to pleasure totally and is immersed in femininity. She screams. She screams loudly.
Erotic reflexes drive pleasure to the edge, allowing the sensual essence to flow uninhibited. Long held thoughts are revealed in lascivious whispers, heightening the senses — leading to waves of unexpected releases; the longing of temptation is vigorously fulfilled, and the desires of the heart overflow and spill. Predilection takes over and is passionately pursued with prurient wanting; pleasure is found in both giving and receiving. Concupiscent utterances and primal screaming is not deceiving — erogenous zones cannot lie. Before more euphoric waves arrive, there are amatory whispers and a locking of the eyes. In those moments, the reticent disguise is uncovered and forever set aside; unlimited pleasure demands its subjects to fall away from foolish pride. In the giving of themselves, the dead parts of their repressed want come alive. Memories of alluring positions and seductive temptations linger in the blue fire of the mind. Intimate scenarios are replayed again and again over time. Impatiently, naughty fingers touch all the points of pleasure they can find, until next time.