Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Let the victory prevail

A.R. Rahman, The Pussycat Dolls - Jai Ho (You Are My Destiny) ft. Nicole Scherzinger

So it was.  For a pair that illuminated all that they touched, darkness surrounded them.  A moments repreive.  Saftey in the silent cloister.  She had longed.  She burned.  Waiting.  Yet so... had he.  Throughout the night passion had burned so fierce.  Yet always hidden.  The soft move, the glancing touch.  Conversations longing always to pass to the deeper, they language unspoken continually reaching out each to each desperate for contact. 

She leaned against his car.  waiting only for his advance.  The press.  The touch. The contact. The draw of heat rising from her skin by the slight elegance of his touch. 

The laugh.

The giggle.

The turn to the side. 

Would he move?  Then she felt his touch.  Then... his soft glance.  A gentle trace that gave birth to an inferno.  The pull, the lean, heated lips touching and in the slightest contact devastation born.  Passr on brought to life could never be secured back.  Erupting in its call to life, it was prepared to live, and in its life... burn ferocious.  In each touch, each draw, the glance where the hard tripped electric acrosss the her soft, a lifetime was lived.  Pleasure beckoned eternal.

The glancing contrast opening with the release of hooks that held, constrained, hills gentle sweet that felt the draw of his glance.  Fingertips light caress, followed by the grip.  Perhaps a flick, or two, across points so firm.  So filled... so longing.  A touch... the soft feel as his touch... his trace... drew along her  waist.  So ready... so heaving.  His fingers drew designs of pleasure along her skin so tight.  So burning.  So calling... him.   The wink of eyes laden with pleasure died again with the touch of his heated pleasure.  So it goes.  The brave die many deaths, and to die in pleasure only to be reborn anew.  She melted to his touch.

 The collapse of her soft surrender fell into his embrace.  Her burning kiss displayed the desperation of connection... so long denied.  She melted inwaistto him  as he melted into her...

Let the victory prevail...

if only for a moment everlasting.


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