I'm caressing your face. Slowly you get in nearness and completely lovable scent of the thick night starts to linger around and affect us. You make a startling desire~move with your right thumb, imprinting your vital essence drifting across my lower pulsating lip. I turn to you...more! My summer massaged karitee cocoa fingers are playing with your energized hair, as it were a ripe field of gold. And suddenly, for the next moment, we know what is inevitable. You wrap me firmly within your arms, your palms travelling lustily over my back. I bent my spine as a wild cat yoga would. Enjoying, you press me hastily against your fine striped cotton shirt. The tempo of my kisses is getting faster and your cheeks dye in rouge, like a delicious wine which we've consumed from the bright chalices, celebrating our appointement with white sparkling smiles over chin~chins.
Such a sweet, ambrosial astringent you are...mmm...mature man! Madly in love. I drink in your love, when you start to undo the higher buttons on the vintage ornamented ribbon, barely covering aliveness of my two blossoms. Touching my medias, still slightly hidden from your all pervading passion, my ***** alternates betwixt between you taking my breath away with each kiss, building deep into the taseteful tension of our culminating breaths. You slip and touch under the lacy edge of the nightlit gossamer, the love song is playing for us, and the effulgent panorama of stars and galaxies love clusters seem to simultaneousely arouse and merge our bodies in sync.
At last, our desires have collided us together! Like arid soils long await on the warm summertime heavy showering rains, my skin painfully anticipates trickles and tumultuous tendernesses from your loving touches... Integrated, we slowly grow into our love story. To argently affirm this mad inevitability, tearing us no more apart, we pay to the waiter, stand up and chase our cravings, hand in hand, to crash us forth into the love of this night, embraced long after the midnight hour time melts the world into timelesness.
Entwined by most urgent needs. Real. Soft. Serious. Loving. Approaching as a big, happy tide would swallow dry sands beautifully. You've planted an intimate rhythm within my being. Beating before, in the middle and after the withdrawal of coincidental glimpses of the temporal visitors back at the romantic old restaurant. Such a sweet, astringent and mature place. It echoes within our minds as the charming image of the inner secret garden, open to heavenly harmonies, street musician songs and cicadas' effervescent musical magic. Now gently lulling the old city into a blissful sleep. And us, rustling among satin sheets. Revealing all of our flaming realms. Reeling our deepest dreams.
Loving you is inevitable.