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This key placed in your hand for some seemingly innocent convenience unlocks the door to a fantasy in which you and I are stars though you never knew you had a role. Come to me after nightfall erases my memory of the day's earlier exchange. I imagine you might just stand there a few moments studying my body under the spell conjured by slumber, pondering how to wake sleeping beauty. With a kiss? But no, a kiss of such innocence has no ties to the images governing your thoughts now.
You move with the stealth of a jungle cat stalking its prey. I awake to your hands exploring every inch of skin, invading my sleep and dreams of you. My lips part, scream interrupted as your face comes into focus in the darkness. The familiar scent of you that has tempted me so often before excites me yet again. With subtle expertise you make your claim on me known to all six of my senses.
The warmth of your breath traveling down my neck taut peaks between your teeth, lodged between pleasure and pain kisses, deliberately placed to tease. Always the artist, your brush is the tip of your tongue painting pleasure in the most intimate of places. You are unresponsive to my pleas for release from this erotic torture pushing closer to the edge, drowning me in repeated waves of climax. Again your face emerges and soft wet kisses settle on my thigh.
Soon steel is enveloped in a plush velvet embrace. With quiet precision you become the inside of me, melting and igniting all that you touch. At times your gentle caress makes me feel like the finest, fragile crystal. But on this night, gentleness is lost to the urgency of passion and the fulfillment of a fantasy. Deliciously unrelenting momentum lures me to the brink of sensual surrender. As heat becomes liquid between bodies in motion, sounds of deafening passion, more felt than heard echo even as the breath returns to my lungs. Only incoherent expressions of bliss penetrate the sacred texture of silence. Impressions of your teeth and lips on my skin, mementos of imagination come to life. The key is in your hand...must I wait all night?
RLT �2000 |
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