In Heat With Elenore Estrus

Photo credit to Gonzalo Dagnino of Pixabay.com


My sexual maturity sure picked a bizarre time in my life cycle to kick in.
Seems like it should have kicked in a lot earlier in life than this.
At least it’s on my mind an awful lot lately.
I feel like a ripening rose blossoming in heat.
 
Swelling lips soft and tender await the comfort of his kiss.
I imagine being thumped by his feral thrusts under the spell of his touch and seductive will.
I feel the inside of my thighs getting warm and damp as I hold them together.
I know he’s nearby and I know he senses my fragrance.
 
I’m dreaming now inside my head and catching his scent on a light breeze, I notice him also.
I become aroused as he finds me and runs his hand teasingly along the inside of my legs.
His touch has my breasts standing at attention awaiting his succulent lips.
He begins to suckle my breasts as he begins to maneuver my body closer to himself.
 
Sitting Indian style we face each other and embrace one another.
Hugging and holding our warm bodies against each other feels good.
We calm our breath, withdraw and close our eyes.
We sit and meditate for what seems like forever.
 
My path takes me outside my comfort zone.
Willingness meets us in unison as our paths crisscross.
I find I’m on a journey.
A journey of carnal knowledge and unfertilized eggs.
 
Unknown offspring that never materialized.
Souls that got canceled, no chance at life.
Nothing. Nada. Negative.
Never existed.
 
Wow, where do you go after that?
Life comes and goes full circle.
Life that never was.
Death that always exists.