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In the Pink

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"But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night"
Khalil Gibran

It was beautiful to live"
when you lived!
The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands."

Pablo Neruda
לפני 13 שנים. 22 באוקטובר 2011 בשעה 6:58


Continuing in my series of resurrecting older pieces for a newer audience. Enjoy.

Nothing excites me more than hearing your vocal appreciation.

Hearing you sigh as our lips finally meet after an agonizingly long time apart. We've been prevented from approaching each other by mere circumstance and decorum -- not a situation that gravitates well into fantasy, but an everyday reality nonetheless. And your sigh indicates to me how much you want this too, and makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Hearing you whisper my name as you pull me close to you, holding me tightly against your body in that calm before the storm that seems to happen with us. We've broken from a long and sensual kiss, and you hug me like a bear, but with far more desire and passion than any old bear hug. You bend your head and whisper into my neck, the feel of your lips against my soft skin sending shivers down my spine.

You breathe into my ear, as your hands roam across my body, slipping smoothly into the space between my jeans and my flesh, and caressing my ass lasciviously. "I want to hold you on the bed." I murmur my eager acquiescence, and yet you make no move, and neither do I. We simply stand there, lost in time and space, lost to each other.

The very sound of your voice makes my knees weaken. Whether it's an ostensibly vanilla phone call, or a moment of high passion induced by my mouth and fingers on your body, or the sound of you playfully quizzing me as to my state of mind as you bring me ever closer to an earth-shattering orgasm.... whatever. The timbre and resonance of your voice always delights me.

But the sound to which i dedicate this piece is the be-all and end-all for me. Nothing is more arousing than that one particular sound that you make, as for the first time (that day) my finger, or my lip, or my tongue passes over that super-sensitive spot on your cock, that you cannot define or point to yourself but that i now know better than you, and can find unassisted and unaided.

It's a low, throaty, visceral sound, that comes from within the very depths of you.

It's deep, rumbling and intense.

Animal-like, and powerful, you cannot control it. It indicates that your state of arousal and desire is at an all-time high... i know it's not just me who thinks that each time we are together it just seems to get better and better.

It sends me into raptures at the thought of the ecstasy yet to come....

.....as you come

......and I come.

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Logically, sound must be worth more. And if that is so, this sound is worth the world to me.


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