Your hands, my hands, fingers twining disheveled hair. Thumbs on temples turning tiny spirals to center the other. Eyes piercing eyes, breath mingling from open mouths, waiting.
We’ve licked and sucked and teased, knowing each others body perfectly, then slowed to this bare pulse. We’ve practiced this over and over. The steady climb, stopping at the perfect tantric edge. We hold each other in agonizing stasis there, singing together the body electric.
Then, unspoken, we know we’re ready. It is our time.
In unison we cry out “SYBIAN! NOW!” and as one, we ride the galloping saddles to our ecstasy.
