Synergy

Whisper those secrets
To me… again
Draw in your breath
With each new revelation
Again
Slow down each move…
…meant between us
Again
I want to draw you
Have you draw me
In
Again
And
Again

You and I

We're one in the same. You and I, connected in a way only imaginable to most. It's a beautiful pleasure to have you make love to me, making me cum multiple times in your various, skillful ways.

But I don't think you understand the depth of the pleasure I get when I get to ravish you in return. I love being inside you. Whether it be with fingers, or tongue, or...manufactured implements of erotic exploration. Entering you is sacred, to be surrounded by you, divine-and when we're lost in our passion, it's like we fade out of this existance and into some sublime realm unseen, unfelt by most. When you let a moan escape your lips, that sound...oh love, that sound goes directly between my legs. I love when your breath catches, then becomes heavy...your unspoken praise for a well timed, well placed touch or flick of the tongue.

You don't have to speak. Your body speaks volumes. That sweet, sexy sigh says "oh yes, do that again", that rhythmic, oceanic roll of your hips says "that's the spot, right there" and that trembling thigh is an implicit call to "ready yourself for the inevitable, impending explosion".

Days afterward I still catch visions in my head--visions of you straddling me, grinding down on me as you gripped the headboard--as I raised my head from the pillows to suck and nibble on your tempting, swaying breasts...fingertips leaving indentations in your flesh as my greed for your release transforms the soft and sensual to it's purest, most primal base... "Fuck me".

Those moments of passion and desire are madness, but amazing. Exhilarating. Extraordinary. It's not just fucking, no, not with us, it's something so much more. It's something surreal, bewitching, beautifully haunting...because you and I, we're one in the same...connected in a way only imaginable to most.

Style

I have, you see, a simple style

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile

My style revolves around no fancy labels

I can walk in a room and I'm still able...

To turn you on.

Fuck Versace, de la Renta, and Louis Vuitton

I'm not a slave to fashion trends

That shit starts and that shit ends

And then it's on to something new

And not one bit of it was ever "YOU"

I have, you see, a simple style

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile

I like 'em a little loose

It's a sensory thing for me

Don't like to feel constricted

I like my movement to feel free...

Like the wind.

Fuck a trend.

I need no one to define my style

I'm a star baby

In my cargo shorts, a tee and a smile.

I'm not knockin' you fashionista's

I'm just "doin' me"

But I'd bet you'd look damn sexy

In cargo shorts and a tee...

Then add the ultimate accessory

So very versatile

Tie the look together

With a mesmerizing smile...

But then you'd be copying me

Ha!

O-rig-in-al-ity...(pause)

That's what style is all about.