Ask yourself what is it about flesh?
New flesh, different flesh, unexplored flesh
Different body but God is in the detail
The imperfections that make it perfect
Hold your gaze, look closer, closer yet
Examine it minutely, gaze at the detail
Watch the goose flesh rise as your breath caresses it
Imagine the reactions you instil on/in the yet undiscovered
New curves, colour, moles, scars, freckles,
New caresses, sensations, touches, embraces, strokes
Every inch to be explored with fingers, hand, lips, tongue
Rising chest, twitching thighs, clenching muscles
In each exploration different contours, different scents, different tastes
Searching for those zones unique that spark nerves and desires
Ardour rising in me, lust growing in them
Moving centres ever closer to each other
Odd reactions in new places, to be caressed, to be pinched, to be licked
Damp scents arising, the aromas of desire needing to be fulfilled
Each motion heading towards a mutual goal, an itch that has to be scratched
Rock hard meeting hot wetness
All nerves and synapses united as two become one
The centres cannot hold and all is gone except the moment, the here, the now
Orgasm begets orgasm, organisms become organs
Reality falls away and the universe is life in its simplest, purest form.
