Giving part10
by HandJob Blog
Surrendering, I slide my hand through my own thatch to help bring us
to the mutual climax. Faster; harder; deeply; .... holding …
drawing … .... ...
The sweetsour taste of your essence fills my mouth as my own
body releases its torrents. Our voices blend in unison as we crest into
that universe of passion where only the fervor exists. There is nothing
except the nerves which are now divesting themselves of energy. We
are one. The throbbing of our hearts beat the primitive sounds of
passion and rapture as nature intended.
There is no perspective of time. It has stopped. Until our bodies
release the last drops of our passions, we are bound in this world of
delight.
At long last, I turn back to you. Our chests heaving in unison.
We kiss. And wrapped in the safety of each other’s embrace, we drift
off to dream of other times yet to be.