Two: Buzzin' Blue

 Where were we?

Ahh yes… post surrender to some jumpscare existential predicament. A soulcry by way of Karen going on Kant. Vocalizing with a silencer my need for a visceral vacation, an escape from this cerebral cage I believe I’m confined to in many otterboxed relationships. A call to expand this role I embody, and do so by letting go of expectations and itineraries. A call to veer off the beaten path, to find our own secluded beach, a place for only us to share a tangible moment in time. 

In sharing that first entry, I feel far more relieved after salting plenty of angst and sadness that was leeching to me. I may not be fully cleansed of it, still fashioned in its residue, however further probing will be archived for now. In the meantime, I figured I would manifest my physical subject matter in a more uplifting and suggestive manner. Share now the inspired, dream-driven side I worried I had lost only a short time ago. I’ll use this medium to paint the picture of my illusory subject, hoping you too can visualize the seductive shangri-la that is two spellbound worlds harmonizing. Grant yourself permission to get comfy and let me take you deep below the expanse of my longing skin and a heart so hauntingly hungry. 

The first step is usually the hardest to take. Be that actually leaning in closer, the first kiss, the lusting hug that lingers. A shadowing cuddle comes down with a bad case of a mindblowing inaugural high. Mind-bending matter, your sensuous substance in its purest form. 

Silent, you sit beside me. The untouched temptation is tantalizing, infinite microscopic cuddle bugs ushering me to face you. Eye to eye to heart to heart. In a second-splitting choice I’ll brave my vulnerability and take a risk on you, prove to you the ferociousness of my desire. Long have I fantasized of you intimately. Bearing psychic abilities as it relates to our titillating trust in one another. Our starlit connection will soon be approaching lightspeed. 

Break the ice, let rigid nature succumb to the natural flow of water, invigorating as an ice bath. Delight in knowing it will become the pastas it only just begins. Let your body take up space. Foster the ice in its submission to fluidity as you submerge from headspace into the movement of mutual alchemy.

Here I am, have me. Sail through this new sea by my side and co-captain our course. Invite me to study, to master the anatomy of your design. Grab me by the horns as I handle you. Gripping, groping, gushing for you as you remix my song. At last, adventure is underway - venturing places uniquely remote. National Geographic productions surely direct-to-video in comparison to the epic blockbuster journey of sights, sounds and smells through your silken, tropical landscape. Of this world, yet wondrous as the universe.

I will move you in my own way. Love you in a way you can only experience in action. Allow yourself to sink into my touch and guide me as I enter and navigate your ecosystem. As an experienced driver to such terrain, I corner your curvature with the thrill of care. A marriage of muscle memory and rapture descending upon you, use me as your warm weighted blanket. Your essence is exhilaratingly new at this proximity. A scent unshowy, a jambalaya of a day of movement, experience and meaning. A meeting of meat, even more to take in. Inhale this moment as our lips link. Sip upon the cocktail of your skin sliding over mine, slithering your prints across the surface of my salty sea. Ride the surf before you’re swimming with my submergence. Your invite has untamed me in the fullness of time. Awakened by your authenticity, all new, as I finally feed this unforgiving fantasy. Your candied kiss is as soft as Seb’s. There is no bliss quite like this, us in the moment, into each other, pretzeled on a cloud of Egyptian cotton.

Serving up your feast, I’m ready to eat - you whisper, “Bon appetit”. 

Here you lie, a piquant pie. I could eat you whole or be satisfied with only a slice. You feed my hunger, you quench my thirst, you wet my whistle and will my want. Your body draws in mine, mirroring my rhythm. I'll savor and serve its needs.

  Our own little private show, a dance of twisting and twinning, absorbing the heat you’ve built inside me. Hairs head-to-toe meet for the briefest second as their strands sweep on by, restless and ruffled. Once face to face, now we’re cell to cell. 

I’m just a guy gone giddy from the twinkle in your eye. A dazzling display as fireworks fill the sky beneath your scalp. Psychotic and sweet, this appetite has peaked and is overly ready to eat. 

My extremities have taken you in, and in our lasting touch, the chemical release you ignite keeps me elated. I find comfort with your heart beating in line with mine. You catapult me to space without your gravity crashing me down. Boomeranging me so bewitchingly. Sunstruck pupils go wide along with my thighs. I must have been cocooned, for now with you, I am so full of life. I feel myself again. The energy between us is electrifying. With a single shock I am no longer in sedation.

Inching in, a practice of the perfect fit. A balance of give and take, far more fluid than the clutch to the gas. Autopilot is not an option in our touchy transmission, so off-road we ride.  Traction takes control as my heated hands and teasing tongue maneuver your rolling meadows. The fondling of your fuzz, your scrapes and your scars. 

I’m buzzin’ blue, just for you. 

This shared sensation beckons such deliverance, call it an entranced sextacy into the bodily beyond. My saving grace, your sweat filled face. Salivating as you suck, you settle in - tickled pink to have found a caretaker to your home. 

This wet tickle my ticket for entry. Round and round like a domino of petals that stir your nerve endings. Sweet, savory, slippery, sanitary, but still uniquely you. Soon your reversed rose will be showered in my relief. A wonderland - a living, beating, breathing world of briny fascination. Ever moist, evermore. Moving aside outmoded ways, I may not be all masculine, still, I’ll make you melt and dress you in my lion-hearted juice.

I want to wear down the path as I stride and stretch your body and you mine. Wander the ins and outs and zigs and zags, the geography of your topography. 

We fuck. Fucking fuck. Finally, so fucking good.

Simplicity bears it best. Bareback I bloom, turning to goo as I grow into you. Sliding my desire home, my personal slip n’ slide, I slip inside. The path to paradise by way of penis. There is no trip like it. Without a splash, I sink a perfect dive into your lagoon. 

In and out, deep and slow, we begin to row. Back and forth, up and down, you submit like silk off the shoulder as I swim in your stream. You swell from my sweet expansion. Blood rushing towards the epicenter, white capping with urge, a surge of gratification. The crash was only denied by the slightest shell of skin. This is feeling, not friction. I don’t dare rush my rise up the top of your mountain, taint tipping as you grip, but these slopes down the other side are serenading, a spectacle for our senses.

How I long for a staycation in these sheets rippled by us. I listen to and learn the meaning of your moans for a customized experience. Time eludes us as we reshape reality - romantically and erotically. You rear up the pressure so fiercely, practically begging for me to release the floodgates. Your physical poetry is my only priority at present, so I grant your wish. It’s yours now. The calm that follows outflowing like a warm bubbling brook after you bathed me in your bountiful body.

Feel the drip of my raw, earned honey. Many mini-me’s swimming about in you, a part of you now. You housed my runaways lust and trust in your hideout, and my rod has showered you in reward for your plush accommodation. 

My perky little pickle deep fried in holesome nutter butter, churned collectively. The mind blowing explosion is a transparent trophy for such a blue-balled build up. Patience: the passionate, pervy virtue. Your song is sex, and now it plays in my shuffle. Love at first feel, I half-expectantly and eagerly await you to play again, inspire more movement as you take me over and have your way with my form. I bring you in one last time, synced in our communal scent. Fingers waterfall down your crown as you settle into my neck. I sniff your hair, your ears and whisper sweet everythings into them. 

Though I wish you could stay, life calls. Your face, almost in slow-mo, turns over your shoulder, magnetized eyes locked and loaded and looking for mine. Something in your smile tells me, maybe, just maybe, your slinky side-piecery has been paralyzed by my art of seduction. Before you’re out the door, I blow you a kiss. We part, tasted and toasted. Come sun, come moon, let’s buzz again soon.