When our bodies kiss, when they at long last meet, my skin is no longer hers, yours no longer his.
When we come together, when we are lost to the world but found to each other, when our passion is as one, this second skin of sweat and of fire and of glistening libations, this second skin of man and of woman, of limbs entwined, of uncontrolled pulsation, this second skin conceived of the fever, the hunger, our erotic abandon, this second skin born of the night devoured, the flesh for the taking, this second skin hard and fixed, silken and yielding, this second skin delivers the sweetest possession, the cruellest of freedoms.
8 comments:
This is so profound I fear it's going to keep us up tonight. I'm not kidding; this is the second time we've been compelled to return and re-read this post. That you managed to write something so provocative in a mere two sentences is remarkable.
Such a passionate way of expressing such a union. Your words by themselves illicit such vivid images. This writing will reverberate with me for some time to come. This is how it should be, such a deep joining not just of bodies but of souls.
Not knowing where one begins and ends, but just one.
Beautiful, just beautiful
Lovely description of a very sweet moment. :-)
Again, this shows why you got an award from me. :)
I would crawl over hot rocks and shed my skin to arrive at that glistening end, your bodies kiss.
A post like this makes me feel like I can suggest all kinds of sexual activities between us, and instead of sounding dirty it'll sound beautiful.
Then again I might be biased. I think dirty things ARE beautiful...
I like this part: cruelest of freedoms. It is.
Jack and Jill: I sincerely hope this piece kept you both up all night in order to explore the intense passion and love you share.
Thank you again for your dizzying generosity - and for making this process so rewarding...
Southern Sir: Once again you've left me sighing and blushing, SSir...
Max: I'm so tickled you think so...
Nolens Volens: All I have right now is a smile of my own...
both.hands.please: If you're willing to subject yourself to such tortures, then this body's glistening kiss you shall have, bhp...
Verbose Lothario: Clearly, we're struck from the same mould since I invariably see beauty in dirty little things...
wrenna: I couldn't agree more, lovely. And thank you for stopping by - it's so wonderful to see you here...
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