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Where Rivers Meet
Where Rivers Meet
Crickets chirp through the stillness. The quiet humming of tree frogs fills the night air. We lie in the tent like two doves. My face nuzzles against your breasts.
We have passed through the years like this. We find silent moments to ease each other. I feel your soft touch, the warmth of your body against mine, and the impenetrable darkness outside. Water rushes by in the stream below the cliffs. The wind rushes across the tree tops with a deep exhalation of the earth. You sigh deep in the night. Our closeness is a second nature.
But on this night some strange mystical force pulls us beyond practiced rituals into a deep ecology of intimacy. Our boundaries blur. I feel the earth beneath my soft flesh. I feel your body so palpable, so feminine. My thigh sinks into a tight crevice between your legs. You reply by slipping off of your lingerie. We melt into heated embrace. You whimper with desire.
Your nipples brush against my chest. They are hardened cherries which like pin pricks, tingle against my silky skin.
Your yearning leads your fingers to my hips. You follow the contours across my pelvis. I long for your hands to contact me in the nexus at the center of my pleasure. But your fingers trace a path around, reach around my back, and trickle down from my sacrum. I feel the warmth of your passion like a familiar dish, yet with an exotic new ingredient, a spice I have not tasted before. As our tongues meet and plunge into one another, I savor your taste. It is a sweet tantalizing appetizer of what is to happen between us.
Finally your fingers grasp me at the crux. You gently urge me onto my back by my joystick. You settle onto me with deliberate kindness. Our bodies merge like two rivers meeting. Our waters flow together in one stream.
Torrents of wetness flow down my back. In the long hot night I feel the currents move through my limbs. Your hips undulate against me carrying me along. I am sealed in the loving embrace of your grotto.
All I feel is heat and flame. Our spirits converge in this sacred moment. Our love is consummated in a sharing deeper than wedlock. Our roots intertwine. Our essences mix. Like an egg, so delicate and vulnerable, the core of my being is cradled softly in your hands. Your breath fills me with life in a marriage of souls.
Crickets chirp through the stillness. The quiet humming of tree frogs fills the night air. We lie in the tent like two doves. My face nuzzles against your breasts.
We have passed through the years like this. We find silent moments to ease each other. I feel your soft touch, the warmth of your body against mine, and the impenetrable darkness outside. Water rushes by in the stream below the cliffs. The wind rushes across the tree tops with a deep exhalation of the earth. You sigh deep in the night. Our closeness is a second nature.
But on this night some strange mystical force pulls us beyond practiced rituals into a deep ecology of intimacy. Our boundaries blur. I feel the earth beneath my soft flesh. I feel your body so palpable, so feminine. My thigh sinks into a tight crevice between your legs. You reply by slipping off of your lingerie. We melt into heated embrace. You whimper with desire.
Your nipples brush against my chest. They are hardened cherries which like pin pricks, tingle against my silky skin.
Your yearning leads your fingers to my hips. You follow the contours across my pelvis. I long for your hands to contact me in the nexus at the center of my pleasure. But your fingers trace a path around, reach around my back, and trickle down from my sacrum. I feel the warmth of your passion like a familiar dish, yet with an exotic new ingredient, a spice I have not tasted before. As our tongues meet and plunge into one another, I savor your taste. It is a sweet tantalizing appetizer of what is to happen between us.
Finally your fingers grasp me at the crux. You gently urge me onto my back by my joystick. You settle onto me with deliberate kindness. Our bodies merge like two rivers meeting. Our waters flow together in one stream.
Torrents of wetness flow down my back. In the long hot night I feel the currents move through my limbs. Your hips undulate against me carrying me along. I am sealed in the loving embrace of your grotto.
All I feel is heat and flame. Our spirits converge in this sacred moment. Our love is consummated in a sharing deeper than wedlock. Our roots intertwine. Our essences mix. Like an egg, so delicate and vulnerable, the core of my being is cradled softly in your hands. Your breath fills me with life in a marriage of souls.
Published 22nd Oct 2015
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