whimsy
’tis the sort of evening one longs for hands running down the body, broad and firm, with a possessive pressure, tangible desire, as they slide along curves. a particular pair, i have in memory, an unexpected moment long ago, where mere touch stole my breath, left me frozen in place, an electric connection. the expanse of palm, fingers tensed to savor the grip, around narrow ribs, sliding down to where the hips flair wide.
a moment, lingering in memory, a pause, potentiality, tantalizingly erotic. just a moment, perhaps nothing to come, perhaps any hands would do, but the idea, leaves a hopeful smile on the lips, anticipation of what one would rather be doing tonight.
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I wish it were my hands exploring your body.
To feel your breath on my neck, that warm sensation of skin on skin. To look into your eyes and be together sharing energy in a moment. Your mind is so beautiful to me. I want to tell the rest of the world to fuck off and spend time learning the topography of your body. I want to make time stop even if only for a fleeting moment. To share space and pleasure with you, that is what I’d rather be doing right now.
Honoring you and your femininity, pleasuring you, acknowledging how truly amazing you are.
VW lover said this on 30 May, 2011 at 7:51 am |