There she stands, the definition of sophistication, grace and tolerance. She moves with such stealth that you never anticipate her coming but when she arrives you are enthralled by her very existence.
Oh how her full bodied figure causes you quiver with desire for more of her. Just to be near her is peace, to be in her is a sweet, unrelenting wave of pleasure.
You invite her into your space and when she sits with you, you are immediately drunk with wild thoughts that secretly excite you. She is your muse, your saviour, your balance and your strength. It is in her that you find release.
You gaze upon her unimaginable form and wonder: How? Can she really present herself so unassuminly yet become provacative without selfalteration? The thought stirs your passion and you must touch her. The firmness of the tool in your hand reassures you.
Slowly the sound of your strokes resonate through you both and you grasp her supple curves to immerse yourself in her heat. The sensation is unmatched as you ride the waves of inspired bliss, stroking quickly and sharply as the fruits of your love labour blossom before your eyes.
Oh how her stifled moans excite and inspire you as you finish together with awe and complete satisfaction. You both exchanges promising glances of forever meeting to consummate your mutual secret love.
You take in the scene before you as she quietly dresses, leaving everything as it was before but you. You can feel her leaving before you realize she is gone and it’s a bittersweet sensation.
You miss her genteel fullness but embrace her absence just as much for you know the next coupling with be wilder, sweeter, hotter and more satisfying than the last.
And in honour of her, you very quietly let a whisper of her name fall from your lips: Silence. You look at your page and wonder: did this all spill out of me?
