reaching is half the act of love..receiving is the other half.. this is how we remain complete.
see me see you see you see me…we live in a world of extra whirl..you move me as i move you handigurl.
if anyone can, the handiman can :pIf you start to follow first one shadow, then the other shadow and then look at all three… At the same time… The dance of tutor two shadows and the cock… I think this is beautiful but Im not in the least bit turned on by this this.. Can you tell? :/
The darkness in us calls us, it has answers if we are willing to hear. When we ignore it, deny it, defy it, It consumes us with a distraction, plummets us into addiction, When we free fall into the bottomless call, it consumes us in its celebration of nothingness.
It is only when have the courage to sit on the edge of the abyss that we are pinched awake, When we acknowledge our mutual imperfection, accept the impermanence of our brief presence, that at best we are a blink of bliss in a pit of loneliness… at worst we are a mutually destructive self deceiving mess propped up in clean shirts and expensive perfume.
We are noisy whispers surfing through the wind, in a puff of air we are no more. In the edge of this sharp toothed reality, in this stark truth is our rude awakening, the keys that unlock the fetters of this grand illusion.
When we can listen to our fear, accept the call of death without reducing it to a pretentious fashion or a superficial tribal dance, but accept it as our fate without adorning it, then we can rinse life out of the darkness, relish each others bad breath, cherish the transient touch of each others love hungry hands. In this acceptance we are alive. Then we die.
Nobody encapsulates the essence of me quite the way Anais does so effortlessly.
Hold me in you as I hold you in me. Hold.
How we feel in this moment will not come to pass again. We are in us, as this is us, it is thus. As quick as our joy arose out of the unknown our green pleasures will turn brown in our autumn fall, everything we have, everything we are will mulch into memories of lore, whether we will it or won’t, time will will us, as in a sudden, we will be no more.
Hold our hopes in these moments of bliss. This moment holds us in the us that is in each of us.
You set me soul free of fetters, entranced me from our very first dance. Take me dancing where you will. No harm in taking a chance. I will follow you my muse, step for step to the very roots of our loving glance.
I reside in your fingertips, as you rise in the tip of my tongue, you glide in my aroused lips, my ass feels the reach of your thumb, We touch, we grip, we kiss and moan, You discover the parts of me in you, as I discover the parts of you in me, that We had never known
I float on the soft hotness your every breath as your tongue strokes new grooves in my succulence, sip my essence so deep, pluck the soul out of my eyes in each slow deliberate lick.
Her desire hangs over me in a perfume of assumed perfection. She can do no harm. I can do no wrong. She cums and goes tripping me blind, trickling through every erection, unwinding me in her mind enrapturing me in her divine attention.