A Comment on Foreplay

A Comment on Foreplay

Touch, passionate kissing, fondling, and deliciousness are all so under rated. It seems that, in lieu of copulation, all the preliminaries have been nearly tossed.

This is highly regrettable. It's as if getting ready has no place. Is there some prejudice against fanning the embers into a flame?

It's the work up, the build up, that makes the difference. The pallet must be arranged with a series of inculcations. There is an algorithmic pace, and every human being has an order of operations which must be unleashed by a safecracker whose fingers, limbs, mouth, and weight must be enjoined in order to free submission to the moment, respect and occupancy.

Foreplay has given way to some imminent main event which, if unprepared for, seems little more that  a brevity of sense no more powerful than a flashlight burst.

No, tasting the moment must lead to a devouring, a gravity of planets in collision. How else are those secrets to be unfurled in their star stream elements?

To have someone's most intimate emotions full addressed by a melding maw of passion and desire, there must be a fully set systemic cascading of the entire panorama of needs, wants, desires, fantasies, and friction with its frictionless wetness.

I'm in no rush to click through the process. Sleep will come soon enough, hours from now.