Her Body

Soft to the touch is your skin to my lips I try not say a word but no matter how hard I try a moan of amazement slips,your curves like a goddess being praised by her followers are my fingers exploring the uncharted territory of your body,I can't help but take the risk of satisfying every sense as you grab the sheets of the bed from sure bliss of what be of this glorious moment, lips meshed together in rhythm of exotic dancers in a trance of pure passion, my hands clasp around your waist, hinting that I got every part of you in our exploding passionate erotic tantric piece of art. Your eyes beyond that of looking at an angel where emotion meets heart and heart meets ecstasy when a whisper from my lips into your ear cause goosebumps to form on the arch of your back, nipples hard and begging so innocently for my mouth to indulgé them like a desert only to be savored and un-rushed but for every taste to be sensed and appreciated. Your hair gently running through my fingers,mmmmm...the smell, your neck...a place I can't help but sink my teeth in longing to have that taste forever enraged with your essence, you move your body...eyes closed, biting your lips so hard your lips lightly bleed, moans of echoing bliss streams through the walls like battling war cries at the front of battle. Traveling every inch of you, a detective on a mission to find his clue, our bodies joined as one, each part of our inner souls, bodies in a ritual dance of raw Passion in its purest form, drinking from the well of each others hearts with no hiding places. Beauty in its surpassing level of human consciousness, each giving to each other with open arms, dancing, flying, deepest seas, world wonders couldn't explain this feeling, this indescribable chapter only remembered, never to be spoken for a sacred piece of history only kept by its creators. She, her, A woman who's body transforms all these emotions into reality of a imaginative mind on the verge of madness. Her Beauty, Her Body, Her Pure Essence do this to me, for I will never know why, questioning actions and motions so imperfect yet perfect should never be questioned but appreciate. This Is What Her Body Does to Me.