Meditation on Touching Yourself

I know that I am not able to be with you tonight.
Business has called me away, and we can't talk as we usually do, so I have left you this letter to comfort you in my absence. Please do as directed and know that I love you.

Proceed to the bedroom and close the door.
Turn on the night light and turn off the overhead lights; light the sugar cookie candle that I left on the side table.

Put on your azure night gown and push back my pillow as you lie down in bed, and you will find my grey T-shirt there, the one I wore on Saturday, when we were asleep on the couch holding each other and I kissed you and held you all morning long when we had nothing in the world better to do than each other.

Holding it close to your skin, folding it over on your face, begin to breathe through your nose and feel the scent of me taking you in; I want to enfold you and circulate throughout your entire being, as you roll over on your back and begin to touch the inner circle of my love for you, to gently fondle and caress my care for you, to love and embrace the pleasure I feel in my heart when I inspect your smile from any distance and fall deeper in love with you with every flicker of light.

Lightly and then roughly, delicately and then firmly, undulations of fingering and rubbing your clit, you clutch at your breast and bite your lip in anticipation of my being inside of you, holding you firmly and taking you into me, and you taking all that I have to give.

Roll onto your hand with it below you and facing the bed push down into your hand, letting your fingering reach into you, as if from behind you I am thrusting into your sweetness, warm gentle wetness, helix and cosmos, your pleasure entices you to let yourself fall into a revelry of eye closing fantasy, being taken and madness and open-wombed deepness, moaning and peaking expressions of releasing and increasing, rising and falling, and writhing and calling.

Increasingly spiraling, higher and higher, your floating formlessness rises and aspires to be with me in a radiant bliss.  Holding you above and below, I fuck you ever deeper and kiss your neck and breasts alternatingly until your fingers become me and your unsatisfied lips are swollen and glad, bursting with anticipating explosiveness, wet and alluring in a circle of light and plasma.

Imagine my ejaculating full into you as I grip your back and cuddle your soul into my hungry embrace and continue in undulations of sheer desire and the fascination of orgasm and stimulation overcoming your body as we pass from effort and love making into pure being, our arms and legs tentacled into unity and submission as gravity takes us into unconsciousness, moist skinned and spent from giving externally from the well-spring within us, unity and singular, one and unchanging.

This is my thought for your evening, your meditation on being only as far from me as your own touch, for you and I are one, and so for you to touch yourself is for me to be within you.

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