Nourishing Beauty
by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, July 31, 2004 11:29:52
As the lips of my mouth meet your nether lips in a hungry kiss, our sighs of mixed yearning and satisfaction mirror each other in a chorus of matched appetites. Yielding to my nature and rapacity, I move to assuage my insatiate hunger and slake my unquenchable thirst by drawing forth the frenzy of your own desires and feasting thereupon, eating and feeding you in a symbiotic balance of mutual passion.
I need this strength; I need this power. Weary I am and voracious, starved and bone-tired, fatigued by the burdens of this life I have shouldered with pride. I take avidly to my rations of spiritual bliss with the same edgy discipline as a soldier in the field met with a rare hot meal: Taking the measured care of studied self-control to savor this feast without wasting a drop, yet touched by the animal madness of famishment that drives me to wolf down this repast like common fodder, I eat of your flesh as I consume food for sustenance.
Moving up atop you, I feel my weight pressing yours into the softness of the bed. My mouth seeks yours, and you can taste in it the unique flavor of your own special delicacy. I crush your flesh to mine in the urgent embrace of ravenous craving, pulling you to me as if I would absorb you bodily. And in doing so, I enter you, joining in a carnal union that transforms us into a running circuit of pure life's energy.
You are an object of beauty, inside and out; and thus do I hold you, feel you, carry you away into a world outside reality.