Words, images, sound, art, and a world of my own

the future does indeed belong to those believe in their dreams.

I knew your time would come. Go out there and be the best that you can be and make me proud.

How do you sleep with someone when you don’t love them? Do you just grab their hair, bend them over as you thrust continuously into a melting pot of insatiable desire? Or may be you spread their legs, stare lovingly into their eyes as if to find some sort of connection or chemistry to justify for the animalistic pounding as you try to muffle the sound of their scream. Or perhaps you follow your instinct as a lover to overdrive any disillusioned logic as your hands find her neck and she is gasping for air and the little motor control that is left is spent either clawing at the sheets, your back, or pinned over her head. You look at her flushed, contorted facial musculature and there lies hints of unmatched desire, anger, happiness, bewilderment, loss of awareness, “i’d rather be here with you than anyone else in the world”, wonderment, safe, pleasantness, peace.

Maybe you find yourself whispering and nibbling sweet honey into her ears and you’re moving up and down in rhythm as her chest rubs against yours and she tries so hard before succumbing to the ethereal sensations and she comes hard and all over you. Her legs shake uncontrollably; her lips quiver; and before she could run away and immerse herself in waves after waves of pleasure, you pull her back, spread her legs smack that round ass and like a predator on the heels of a prey, you fuck her like there’s no tomorrow before she could utter oh my god. She mumbles incomprehensible sounds and cries your name as if to challenge her passion and desire for you in quantifiable intensity. Only no one can hear except for you, her, and her pillow.

Do you then proceed to get on top and let your body meets her inch by inch and you slowly slide into her and she arches her back. You can hear exactly when you’re inside her for she make sure to let you know with a distinct sigh and a slight turn of her body. Perhaps you’ll tease her a little with just the tip before she demands and pulls you in completely. Her legs on your shoulder; your lips on her legs and thighs and you go slow, fast, shallow, deep, or any combination of the above as she twitches and urges that you fuck her harder and faster. You nibble her shoulders, arms locking her arms behind her back, hand stroking her jaw, grapple her ample breasts, fingers in her mouth to quench her thirst of love. Sweats, pheromones, smells, heat, moaning, screaming. biting. Maybe you take over, heap her across the bed and fuck the shit out of her. You do a little growl with your jaw clenches and your mandible protrudes when you’re in the moment and simply can’t wait to unleash a fury storm of affection that you feel for her. You hear yourself moaning and grunting with every deep thrust and this excites her. You fuck her so good she doesn’t remember what day it is. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth wide open and she begs you no more.

You then let her feel your weight and collapse on her and your hand slides aimlessly across the anatomical wonderland and it arrives at her lovely face. Your hands naturally find the familiar warm and embrace of her metacarpus. You kiss her hands, her neck, her shoulder, her clavicle, down to her belly, leaving trails of kisses that would have the most migratory birds on the planet envious. Your lips are millimeters away from her lips. You can smell her as your nose caresses her face like a ritual mate dance you had seen on national geographic. You savor the moment right before your lips touch. There’s simply something majestic and unexplainable about the moment right before the kiss. Time ceases to exist and and butterflies roam in your stomach and when lips finally come together, like a volcano announcing its impending implosion of hot lava, passion awakens and you feel alive again. It’s true what they say about correlation between the way someone kisses and what kind of a lover they are. You must go through a few bad ones to know a good one when you come across one. Being a great kisser is a big big deal, and a bad one could potentially destroy any chemistry even a relationship.

You smile and she looks at you with a tiny corner smile. You relish the hot mass of pleasure of her glistening body and gently place kisses on her forehead and perhaps she’ll never be the same again and you know that you’ve changed as well.

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