” She said between kisses
. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound
. . Colors of varied hues reaching through the windows
Down to the core of the soul
I have played melodies with my fingers
Over delicate curves and into sublime valleys
Breathing in essences that, in me - compels my hand
The torrent of emotions that scar so beautifully
Engulfs so completely and renders every resistance so uniquely obsolete
Seeping along the sights and sounds
Movements and cadences of agony
Such agony – such music
Beyond measure of time as pleasure laces punishment
And pain evolves into excitement and exhilaration
A staccato of gasps and moans between cracks and whistles
Tremors that not only wrack the edges of consciousness
But beat their rhythm on the very soul
When sight no longer leads the blurry lights
And speech no longer the mundane, but
A deep enticing conversation of purrs, growls and moans
Restraints that free the soul to explore the boundaries
For in this hand I hold your surrender
And in the other
I hold your love
” She said between kisses
. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound
. . Colors of varied hues reaching through the windows
Down to the core of the soul
I have played melodies with my fingers
Over delicate curves and into sublime valleys
Breathing in essences that, in me - compels my hand
The torrent of emotions that scar so beautifully
Engulfs so completely and renders every resistance so uniquely obsolete
Seeping along the sights and sounds
Movements and cadences of agony
Such agony – such music
Beyond measure of time as pleasure laces punishment
And pain evolves into excitement and exhilaration
A staccato of gasps and moans between cracks and whistles
Tremors that not only wrack the edges of consciousness
But beat their rhythm on the very soul
When sight no longer leads the blurry lights
And speech no longer the mundane, but
A deep enticing conversation of purrs, growls and moans
Restraints that free the soul to explore the boundaries
For in this hand I hold your surrender
And in the other
I hold your love
” She said between kisses
. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound
. . Colors of varied hues reaching through the windows
Down to the core of the soul
I have played melodies with my fingers
Over delicate curves and into sublime valleys
Breathing in essences that, in me - compels my hand
The torrent of emotions that scar so beautifully
Engulfs so completely and renders every resistance so uniquely obsolete
Seeping along the sights and sounds
Movements and cadences of agony
Such agony – such music
Beyond measure of time as pleasure laces punishment
And pain evolves into excitement and exhilaration
A staccato of gasps and moans between cracks and whistles
Tremors that not only wrack the edges of consciousness
But beat their rhythm on the very soul
When sight no longer leads the blurry lights
And speech no longer the mundane, but
A deep enticing conversation of purrs, growls and moans
Restraints that free the soul to explore the boundaries
For in this hand I hold your surrender
And in the other
I hold your love
George & Natalie in George On Nata Lee - MassageRooms