Rapid Eye Movement

She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine, our skins now one. I feel her warm breath on my neck and it awakens my spirit, her soft lips caresses me and I yearn. Her lips searches out mine, they want to be found. Our lips meet, my tongue gently massaging hers, and she purrs returning the massage enjoying that foreign object through my tongue, she has been waiting, longing for this moment.

We kiss more intensely, more passionately now, we have denied our bodies this pleasure too long. The energy, untamed lust flows through us with every touch. Our fingers explore each other feverishly. She draws closer still and I kiss the nape of her neck, her body quivers, her back arches. Uh!

My lips follow my fingers like a hungry animal following the lingering scent of a meal. They move from her neck down to her breast, lips following with great fervour in pursuit.

The scent of her desire bolsters the return of my strength and my confidence to lead this tango of the flesh. I press her back firmly against the wall. The search for the mystery from which human life springs and much lucidity lost continues. At last I have found it. Warm, wet, pulsing with anticipation. I am on bended knees with her leg magnificently poised on my shoulder.

That part of the human body designed to taste only the most delectable creations of the north wind is lost deep inside her, probing deeper and harder, with long deliberate strokes. She fills my mouth and it is covered with her juices as the probing continues. The silence of the night is disturbed by our breathing and her tender obscenities.

My nature can take it no longer, it is insistent on further exploration, graciously I cede to the request and rise to my feet. Her full round buttocks over flow in my hands as I lift her off the floor. Her legs firmly on my forearms, arms around my neck, waiting with great anticipation to welcome me.

I lower her, Oh! What a welcome, a reception worth repeating again, and again, and again, and again......

That space where thoughts do not exists, replaced by an out pour of delirious pleasure is burgeoning; our breathing becomes heavier, movements faster, harder, we hold each other tightly, oh my god, oh my god.....Whawhawhaaa, I jump off the bed in a daze. What the hell? Stumbling in the dark I find him to silence his cries. J, shit!

Damn! I hustle now to get back to sleep hoping I can get back to that point, put a face to that body I was so enjoying, a name to the faceless lips. This stranger. It's 3am; shit, even in my dreams my desires are interrupted.