ONe MOmEnT

...... There are some moments that are truly hard to describe and sometimes it feels like they lose their magic the more you tell them..... You know the moments, the ones you would happily carry to your grave. You have them on constant replay behind your eyelids. I had one of these moments..... He sat on the edge of the bed, right at the corner, and I sat directly behind him.... I’m talking up close and personal, but my legs where opened so his lower back was within my thighs. I had my arms around his waist and I would occasionally stroke up and down his chest and he would sit still and calm while I did this, daring to breathe. I lowered my head and put my ears to his back so I could hear his beat. And again he sat still for me and breathed in and out for me, just for my pleasure. We were so close that we could have been just the one person instead of separate individuals. But at this moment, we were one.... like listening to him there and then was more than what it was.....I cannot describe the peace, calmness, desire and mad want that was searing through my body at that moment. But it was like a cord connecting me to him, and I was happily enjoying the suffocation. And I knew he was feeling it too, because we were now one, so what I felt he automatically felt.... and for once in my life it felt like all was right and fair within the world, like this was how it was meant to be. In this gorgeous moment we were beautiful and different. I would have given up the rest of my unexplored life to grow old in this one moment. This moment defined what it is I have been looking for. As I sat there hearing the melody of the workings of his body, he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him, wrapped my arms tighter around him, like if he could he would have preferred me on the inside of him. Bliss..... That’s the one word for this moment..... Inhaling the scent of him, the beauty of our bodies wrapped so tightly.... we caught a glimpse of our reflection and his smile mirrored mine, we smiled as one. Inhaled and exhaled as one, liked as one, loved as one, lived as one......all this in One Moment.

RACES.....

My thighs were quivering but I was still willing.... It had become hot very quickly and the time from when we stood clothed till when we wrestled naked had eluded me. I could not describe how it had happened, but now my thighs were quivering and he was still hard at work, a bit too hard if you asked me. I swear at times I could have sworn that he was touching my soul with it, like I could feel the tip of something tickling in between my rib cage, trying to poke my heart! That's just how "hard" working he was. And at times when we would catch sight of each other, when I wasn't shaking my head uncontrollably back and forth or screaming into the pillow, or when he wasn't looking up to the ceiling like he was praying fervently before each deep entrance. We would each mirror one another's shock or surprise as if to say 'is that you?'. You see we were both so lost in individual endeavours that we had lost sight of who was helping us win this race. I would arch my back forward trying to get my lips to his and he would lean in to meet mine, unconsciously digging deeper and causing me to gasp for air! but I love this hard worker, I love the diligent strokes, the professional smiles,and just how he taught his tongue to stroke just as good! I do love this hard worker and the feeling he brings me not while he works HARD but after and before. thighs still quivering when my muscles are being pushed and literally stretched, how it feels to have your possession spread out in front of you and eaten! or watching areas of yourself expand to accommodate the weird and oddly shaped. It's mind baffling and thrilling, adding to the whole experience. But still this race of ours is proving to be a mental one , though the licks and thrusts are as physical as can be. when we're locked in that 5sec stare before returning to our selfish means we come into the love session of this race. But while my eyes are in the back of my head and his to the ceiling....we forget and it becomes OUR race.... OUR selfish races.

ThE SwEEtest PaiN

The sweetest pain....not the one I feel when u push hard in between my thighs but the one you cause me when I watch u in your unconscious state. The thing that hits my heart when all I want to do Is to shout out that I love u. Truth so deep that it weighs me down with the positive possibilities. I touch you passionately there and let it linger, listen to my heavy silence, I wish to pass something on to u. I love u. It all became clear to me not when I was extracted from you but when we were reunited and my heart took on a different beat that gave me relief. Did not recognise the beat because it was not mine, it was beating in synch with yours. A new beat it had learnt all on its own it your absence. Your hands carved perfectly to cradle my little ones in yours. This is the sweetest pain, not being able to tell you all this, because like a rare creature, too much activity and I'll scare u away.. And I can't have that, you were only recently discovered and all your benefits I am yet to learn .But nesting these feelings lightens me up and gives me wings. So, for this reason I remain dangerously over my limit in emotions and pray to God everyday that I don't let one escape my grasp and scare you away, because all though this is the sweetest pain, loosing you would be the finishing death.....