Saturday, September 07, 2013
Phantasmagoria (1)
To love with abandon, to love selflessly and without expectations, to give because you have so much of it, and to need because it is only right that one do. To love, with unabashed abandon and wistfully wait for the rewards we reap. And during this waiting to energetically engage in the daily chores and tasks that life deems be done.
Because after all those tasks, that toil and succour, there is rest. An inviting tryst, a comfortable receptacle for the expressions of intimacy that pulsates and is vibrant between us.
Its been a happily busy weekend, and there is the afterglow of being blessed and whetted with the joy of companionship and relating. There has been the serendipitous discovering of an empathy with someone who was always meant to be a mate - only hidden, waiting for the cantrip and sorcery of a magical medium to be revealed to one.
And you are looking lovely, smelling even better....hair unleashed onto bare shoulders, dress insouciant, clinging and falling in heap and alluring hex over your curvaceous body. If desire were to be defined tonight it would start with you...and it would end with me.
Hold you near me, face upturned, finger crooked and raising your chin up, arm around your back, over your shoulders...yours hold me close, wrapped as they are around my waist. Such a famous fit, such snuggled closeness, such perfect proximity. Lip-locked comfort, sucking the life breath out of the other and endowing them with ambrosia regurgitated and laced with the punch of desire. Tongue intertwined, soft and pliant movement which one can feel long after in lonely hours and relish alone. These affinities and encounters have a memory of their own - they used to be fantasies, but only just. They segued so easily into reality once the Gods that had blessed this were benevolent enough to erase the other reality, that of distance and circumstance.
Tonight even the Gods were smiling as nude before creation, somewhat akin to the Gandharva Vivah of bygone days, we wed our nude forms into conjoined and inseparable shapes. This delectation of being near you, of being able to caress and touch and stroke you, your skin, your succulent and soft lips, the cheeks, your hair, the contours of your beautiful face...this delight of being able to consume even as we consummate the love for the other, this is divine in its character. This is mercifully granted by a supreme being......
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