D.P.Trottier
09-23-2009, 01:32 PM
It flowed about the body
in the ribbon-like form of masculine blue light.
This "ribbon" was the reincarnation of pure sex.
This intimate material began in the mouth, like a tongue;
it pierced through the pouting, red lips-
Sex often begins with a kiss.
The ribbon continued it's journey upwards through the head
and it spawned again, after rapidly circling the mind,
coming out from behind and under the left eye-
attempting to complete the brains essential cycle
of eye contact
(which is the test of true connection that the fraudulent would fail).
The ribbon streamed down and around,
never ceasing its fluidiity,
teasing the sensually moist torso with the necessity of tightened muscles.
The ribbon drooled at the sight of the hands.
The dominant hand was bent back,
gripping at the bed sheet for dear life. It was feeling life.
It was fulfilling its occupation by propping up the body-
The other hand curled, using fingertips as tools
to feel the fraying edge of the ribbon
that, in turn, had been intentionally clenching the wrist;
a near-pain expirience that primitively involved blood flow.
The ribbon, of course, now anticipated
the climactic on-coming of between-leg indulgence.
Every section of the body worked together to acheive
this instinctual and ecstatic epitome of physical unison.
The eyes closed and the lips pursed
under extreme pressure from beautiful and unseen energy.
The torso jerked and twisted so suddenly
but also so naturally that it managed to retain a certain level of dirty majesty.
The hands tried to compensate for the lust-flooded mind,
so they moved quickly, grasping at every piece of flesh
just trying to formulate an explanation for that moments perfection.
And finally, pelvic radiation.
The ribbon became too content to move at all.
Overwhelmed by the satisfaction of its one need in this universe.
It became limp. It slid down the calf of the leg with a barely audible sigh.
The ribbon, and its color, began to fade as it passed the feet,
which were faded.
Even vision was faded
by the arrival of seemingly impossible relaxation.
The ribbon fell and dissipated
into a still lake of absent space.
in the ribbon-like form of masculine blue light.
This "ribbon" was the reincarnation of pure sex.
This intimate material began in the mouth, like a tongue;
it pierced through the pouting, red lips-
Sex often begins with a kiss.
The ribbon continued it's journey upwards through the head
and it spawned again, after rapidly circling the mind,
coming out from behind and under the left eye-
attempting to complete the brains essential cycle
of eye contact
(which is the test of true connection that the fraudulent would fail).
The ribbon streamed down and around,
never ceasing its fluidiity,
teasing the sensually moist torso with the necessity of tightened muscles.
The ribbon drooled at the sight of the hands.
The dominant hand was bent back,
gripping at the bed sheet for dear life. It was feeling life.
It was fulfilling its occupation by propping up the body-
The other hand curled, using fingertips as tools
to feel the fraying edge of the ribbon
that, in turn, had been intentionally clenching the wrist;
a near-pain expirience that primitively involved blood flow.
The ribbon, of course, now anticipated
the climactic on-coming of between-leg indulgence.
Every section of the body worked together to acheive
this instinctual and ecstatic epitome of physical unison.
The eyes closed and the lips pursed
under extreme pressure from beautiful and unseen energy.
The torso jerked and twisted so suddenly
but also so naturally that it managed to retain a certain level of dirty majesty.
The hands tried to compensate for the lust-flooded mind,
so they moved quickly, grasping at every piece of flesh
just trying to formulate an explanation for that moments perfection.
And finally, pelvic radiation.
The ribbon became too content to move at all.
Overwhelmed by the satisfaction of its one need in this universe.
It became limp. It slid down the calf of the leg with a barely audible sigh.
The ribbon, and its color, began to fade as it passed the feet,
which were faded.
Even vision was faded
by the arrival of seemingly impossible relaxation.
The ribbon fell and dissipated
into a still lake of absent space.