Transference

     
(".....an autobiographical sketch of my mutual masturbatory fantasy.  The Euphoria of symbiotic souls in the throes ")      
      
           
"...and our bodies dance"          
           
not able to stop the ride          
nor the rise in the tide          
the involuntarily opening            
of your thighs......wide          
her fingers stroking my            
mountainous slip and slide....          
           
Transference....          
           
….like a lightning bolt          
passing through me          
arcing the air through you          
until it finally finds ground          
           
disrupting every synapse          
sending us both          
into an ultra blue          
hypnotic state of          
deep convulsive pleasure        
       
going down....        
           
tingling, shaking          
moaning......bodies breaking          
Le Petit Mort overtaking          
building on a mystery          
physical presence dissipating            
           
her slender, rigid hands          
hammering my dick harder, and faster          
speeding locomotive crashing          
narrowly averting disaster          
           
phallic fingers feverishly stirring
the apex of your core          
deeper inside her wet abyss          
than I've ever gone before          
           
our lips and hips locked in a perpetual grind          
           
Bracing ourselves for impact            
that powerful, creamy, wet wave          
“I'm so high on your love I don't know          
how to behave....”          
           
shivering but not cold          
trying to hold on tightly          
but I have no self control......          
           
….....and the house lights            
dim slowly into supple blackness      
       
eliciting the presence of two smoldering souls