I Want
by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, January 9, 2005 23:26:02
I want the heat of your cunt on my fingertips as, locking you in my embrace, we speak mouth to mouth and you slick my hand with the wetness of your arousal.
I want the smooth softness of your curves pressed against me, the silkiness of your skin rubbing to my body as I feel the play of your muscles beneath. I want the living weight of you in my arms, atop me, beneath me, beside me in my bed.
I want the scents and tastes of you heavy upon me as, locking your thighs about my head, you grind your cunt into my face, fucking my mouth; I want your lips sealed around my cock, taking it hungrily as I ram it roughly to your throat, using your mouth, fucking your face. Thusly juxtaposed may we form an unending circuit of life and energy as we feed each other of ourselves.
I want to know you inside, exploring you as thoroughly as I search you without, entering into every hole, delving deep into your secrets as I search you to your core. Intimacy hath no seal, no barricade before me as I find your innermost mysteries; and thereby do I know you better even than you have ever known yourself. Holding you, owning you, penetrating and consuming you in body and spirit, I will bring you to the pinnacle whereby we mix our carnal waters and, shuddering in the corporeal, I breathe to leave you breathless and take you beyond what you knew was possible on Earth.
I want to take you; I want to make you. I want the union of female and of male, the balance of two opposing forces so perfectly matched in the frictional harmony of Nature’s music, the harmonious friction that strikes sparks to fire. I want to feel you from the inside; I want to know you from your core.
I want you.