rumble ((minimixx))

Absolute nakedness in the deep and hidden jungle, Darkened and wrapped in the twisted trunks of trees, roots reaching through depths beyond the mark of time or human eye; we are bonded and bound, bodied and blissful in primal, uninhibited, natural and divine consummation; the power of love become light… From the tip of my tongue, to the head of my swollen and wet, throbbing clitoris, I need you—only you. To taste, to touch—to slide my fingertips so sensually against your torso, your chest; to kiss, to lick and caress your neck, your chin—to nibble and suck on each part of you which calls for it—saving my favorite thing to savor last, with the lips that beg to glide against the smooth and standing tip of your perfect penis; a spiraled tongue awaits the taste of you—a deep throat longing to be coaxed and relaxed, jaw stretched to allow all of you—swallowed whole in the pleasure that is for both you, and I; needing to taste your essence, Sucking and soothing with the wet and witted workings of a mouth made for pleasure—all of your sweet cum to my tongue, a delight; I leave not a drop but still keeping you with kisses, awakened and erect. The pleasure I seek is not to be given, but to give—I would take honor to mend you, by love. Holding you against all of me—letting you slip inside, I press you deeper, harder—our centers colliding, grinding and gliding where my motion meets your thrusts—toes clenched and hands grasping at the hinges of what holds you to me; I bite your lip as it quivers to moan, and I shudder as your voice creeps into the crevices of my ears to lather the pleasurful sound of your desire. May I press my gentle lips against the skin of your neck—the flesh of your chest—the way of your waistline, and downward; until I find the eye of a wonderfully welcome worm, illuminated by lustful and devilish luck; a tongue to taste and tease awaits giving, what only it wants, and what only it needs to give. For tongues to twist, talking as the birds we once were, a language of love shared to taste each other. Your heart It hurts It beats So much To feel You whole Awake I am It needs not to last long, as it already has been an eternity since last and first we met; I've kept your presence with me in good graces, and followed with fury, the tracks left hidden by the mark of you—my third eye gleams with the magical wrath of the music from which I was made; the devil lurks from the balcony as I blindly tilt and sway to the motion which moves me, written in hollow tones sent below to heaven's origins—I would not find God anywhere, if not in myself; I would not find you anywhere, except for out of me. I cannot unlove you as I've asked to unlove—I cannot unmake you, as you wish to be unmade. Care keepeth faiths that holds a bond to love—as whether or not I will hold you, is still to come. I am love—and will always be love—you are mine, and will always be mine—no matter the life you keep. I am, as you are—everything and nothing in an instant—an instance which makes thought to form extistence of entire worlds, beyond ours—beyond this, and above you and I—infinity becomes itself, and I am I. It needs not be known, the depths of truth with which have been made for me to come to know of you—all of my knowing now is that it is needed. I remember best, the time we spent as birds, and the lifetime to follow; as birds we were two of a kind—the perfect pair—lovers as we were, lovers as we are. Oh, my God. I know. I can't finish. Aha— Don't say anything. Lol