Life Burns

sliding between life lines and dripping messes that set upon your
world from an earlier time, you keep coming back to those moments
where the clocks stop and the air goes still, and at that point your
in the moment, letting your will have its way. the flash of light as
you close your eyes and imerse yourself inside the body, mind and
soul of another person is blinding, not just physically but also from
the possibility that what's happening is wrong when it feels so
natuaral and right. you skin zaps and tingles with electricty, your
hairs raise, you mouth goes dry as the rest of you goes moist.
vision sharpens, hearing is acute and your nipples begin to harden
like they could burst through your clothes which just happen to be
falling from your body as if there were a thousand hands delicately
prying them from you body - who they belong to is anyones guess but
it really doesn't matter because you're standing there naked as the
day you were born making an offering that is more expensive than
anything money could buy. you feel the blood coursing through veins
as though a hot wind had been unleased inside you and you give
yourself over, laying astride on the bed and calling to be taken
apart and put back together ....piece by piece by piece as though
you're a painting made of a million grains of sand and each time one
grain follows the other, you squeal with delight at the ecstasy your
body is feeling. inside, your organs can feel the depth of him, the
veins, the arc and the shape and how well your skin wraps around as
if hugging him from the inside out. its a place that you know is
yours and his and that no-one else knows about. it is sublime. at
this point the realisation kicks in that momentum is building, there
is a chain reaction occuring at the basic of all levels, your bodies
are dancing as if one were the wind and the other a leaf and spinning
faster and higher. all sound is inside you, nothing else except your
own breathing and his are what you hear and its as though they are
beginning to sound as one or composite parts that make up one sound:
a tonality or a rhythm. ahh the rhythm ...its so complex and
twisted: up down forwards backwards in out around still fast and it
rises and rises the sweat drips from your lip but he catches it with
his tongue as bites your chin and his hands pull you even closer to
him and your hair is everywhere so you close your eyes but still you
can see and its a wonderfully bright. then it starts, the rumble in
your lower body, his jerking arms and body, your legs are trembling
and you can feel a wave of beautiful pleasure streaming through your
legs and pussy as she contracts and pulsate and vibrates so much so
that your bodies begin to tremble and you can feel his penis pulsing
inside you as he comes and comes - he is taut and rigid from head to
toe and pushing up so hard inside you as if he is trying reach out
and grab a part inside you that he can't quite reach - but he reaches
and grabs on to something deep inside your body and you scream with
pleasure so loud that it breaks the silence that has enveloped you
and you are there on the bed heaving with exhaustion and falling into
each other, but slowly pulling your bidies and minds apart until you
lay there feeling all your senses returing and you think ..... life
burns