10/07 Sleeping without shade, waking in a tundra...my first foray into creepish erotica. |
This is an experiment in isolated pride. Adorned in a jacket of tacks, my senses are pricked upon every touch while I watch you. I'm in limbo; your moves are no more calculated than my many attempts at studying you. My eyes follow the traces of your tattoo matched up with the outline of your hair, calling to mind images of a silhouette of you in the night. As my hand trembles down my thigh I steady my weight and begin to address your presence silently with my imagination driving the picture that would repulse you were it your reflection in the mirror. Every boast becomes gospel; every moan encouraging more. Your breasts bounce and shake, free from the imprisonment that I've used to blindfold you so as not to be encumbered or distracted by any vision of my physical manhandling. The scene erupts in a glowing sea of pleasure as our bodies rage toward a moving climax. Jolting wih fury, our fertile cocktail is sampled as we unwind out of each other and refocus the lens we look at ourselves through. You don't need to notice me there. Respectfully and thankfully you don't. I shuffle along in my confines, immature and primatively. With a pause and a sigh you're gone, and so is the power of a daydream. |