I lose myself. Give myself. My strength and name
and right of birth. I give this and all that I posess
and claim to you. You, lying sublime and wonderous as
a star in our void of linen and down. You, calm and
crystaline as the sea, surrounded by the wind and
calamity of feeling, fluid and bone. You, silent and
irrisistible as the sun, melting the ice of my logic
only to leave me drowning in the rapids of madness. I
am lost, even as you discover me over and over, buried
to my hilt in your vessel of molten scent and sigh,
deep in our exploding play of skins, meshing and
melding. The silk and salt of your depths drinks me
in, surronding, enticing, drinking me into you,
deeper, deeper still. Your wicked, beautiful science
takes all will from me, twisiting and molding it. My
thirst and yearning for the cool of your kiss is
flauntd as I rise to my haunches, arching and rearing
as a stallion, driven to the muust of mare. Your legs
rise as pillars of salt and sinew, encircling my hips,
my back; bidding me entrence, bidding me further and
further until, in the mercy of your ecstacy, your soul
and body and breath bid me...come.