So twitter's down for scheduled maintenance, I'm all alone with my thoughts...the lights are low and Maxwell's "Pretty Wings" is spilling magic from the speakers across the room. What, oh what, could come of that? ::smiles::
A field of fresh green clover, a sky of brilliant blue, sunlight warm on bare skin...
...with slow, deep strokes, we raise each other ever higher, ever faster until at last the peak is reached.
...racing hearts give way to driving loins as we couple now most deeply each feeling the fiery warmth now welding us together.
...like surf before the hurricane, pleasure washes over helpless lovers, awesome in its power and draining us of strength.
...lying spent but warm within you, your breath against my neck, tracing the curve of your back into the flare of hip.
...satisfied for now, that some things left unspoken have at last been brought to light.
...and hoping we will always be able to talk so freely.
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