If Only...

If only you could feel what I feel when I touch you from this very place. To feel your blood rush and the pulse of where it winds up. Engorging that beautifully hidden spot I aim to please with a tease and the light flicker of my tounge. If only you could see what I see...

Music drowns out all sound as it becomes the moments soundtrack. With closed eyes I can see you in the midst of ecstasy as the scented candle flickers on the bedside table... head back, mouth slightly open. Your breath is shallow but heavy. Your bare chest rises and falls as your head tilts back even more behind your pillow. Your legs tense as your heels dig into the bed giving rise to your pelvis. Your hands clasp on the bed as you begin to pump even harder into my face... making it easier for me to suck on that hidden spot while at the same time allowing my tounge to reach even deeper depths. Allowing me to taste all of you until you shiver from the pain of pleasure. The surrender of your release is both beautiful and satisfying... A sigh from the depths of your heart lets you know this was no fluke... that this was an expression of true love. Blessed to receive just as much as I was blessed to give. An eternal moment that belongs only to us... just as you feel it now. If we can experience this here...

If only...

Lust alone is not enough. It must find its place in the purity of love. In the surrender of it... if it is to become... "magic"

~moses apollo