Rising

A Flock Of Seagulls - Space Age Love Song (12" Mix

So before,.  Before your time.  But...

the swell of your hips.  The pertness..

of you.  Jutting forwrd.  Striving.;  A delicate dance.  To be seen, but not to be.  Severed kisses advancing.  .  A jewel in your crown.  How I long to draw, to feel the softness... against the hard.  The supple taste drawing along yoru thigh, higher... and higher.  Slow part signals permission to perched.  Slowly.  Sure.  Always drwaing the heat.  Only to inflame it further.  So close, the slow pull away.  Followed only by the advance.  So longing.  So desperate.  To feel.  To draw.  Gentle kisses advancing higher, ever hifgher across the sopftness of the parting thigh.  To quench... or to inflame.

Down you lie.  Presenting your body before me.  A canvass.  For the artist to luxuriate.  The wideness  of... the fullness of... the desire burning from... calling from.... the contact so desperate... so burning.  The spark in your eye.  Waiting, wanting, holding.. if only for a moment.  Yet in that frozen space of time.... laughter exuded.

My sweet

My precious

Let me draw you

Into me

As the burn

Rises