Sitting upon the alter that is our passion, i pour generous portions of oil on your weary feet. You devour a sandwich as I rub you POWERFULLY . Fulfilled with my enthusiasm, you present me with a glorious painting of a sea nymph. We take turns letting your animal furiously kiss our smiling faces. You put on a Russian hat and vibrantly colored lingerie and my desperate thirst to see you in costume is quenched. I tilt my chin eagerly towards you whispering, " this is getting emotional". I put down my 7 layer burrito and stroke your wonderful hair gently. "You take stunning photos", I say to you in hushed tones as you recline atop a baby grand piano. Sipping your wine, we relish in undisturbed eye contact before you stare bewildered at my sturdy legs. I wait beautifully reclined on an oval shaped bed. You present me with a ham and cheese sandwich and instruct me powerfully to feast upon it slowly, sensually.... Beholding the sea, you produce your sensual Walkman. Your boise speakers project Chris Issac's " wicked game" and I'm reminded of sunscreen as my being pulsates with rhythm. Contained no more, I am hypnotized. ....My love is like a pearl, enveloped in a slippery fortress. Emerged, I explore your body. A curious lion among a jungle of hyenas, I am vulnerable with in this tranquility. The soft ripple of the waves invokes our bodies to dance slowly on the shore. The moonlight shines down and we are laughing. Our heads recline in ecstasy as I tantalize you by pouring spaghetti across your midsection. I am satisfied. .Slowly we enter a meadow .. You lay my porcelain body upon the soil. We are one with the earth as your tongue inserts my mouth, I whisper " surrender. We sit atop a rooftop garden, the waves thrashing violently bellow. I recite poetry as you stand bare, your body reflecting against the present sunset. We are connected. I weep teArs of gratitude.....I wisp the hair behind your earplugs as you hiccup and quake for more. We are loving as pigeons sour above us. You squeeze my neck full of tension, as I smile in subordination. My pale arm grasps your existence as I shake with excitement.
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