Sensual Sexuality

It's sensual to be sexual...

The sensual intimacy of your body ignited by a powerful, blazing partner.

The utmost focus that selfless partner is giving you, like you are the most beautiful being in the whole wide universe.

As if you are the only being in this galaxy he wants. He sees.

The tenderness, the gentleness of his touch as if he is holding a precious crystal and afraid to hold too tight, fearing it will shutter if he pressed little bit too hard.

The infinite ways his eyes, lips and touch conveys his care, love and respect for your body.

The breathless gasps he showers you by, making you feel for the first time feminine and gorgeous.

For the first time you feel worthy of that caress.

He makes you feel safe and shielded in his embrace.

He’s on a sacred quest to learn every inch of birthmark and scar that decorate your body.

His mission is to admire, to love each and every part you loathe about yourself.

It baffles you that he isn't repulsed by the extra weight low in your belly, and you know he isn’t galled by the way his lips tenderly kisses and sucks on that belly you were ashamed to uncover.

Belly, love handles and thighs you always have to turn off the lights first before undressing when he is around.

He makes you feel that there is absolutely nothing wrong with your body, that all the guilt and shame you feel are pointless, because he fancies you just the way you are.

And you feel for the first time in a long time that you are a sensual woman and it is liberating.

He wishes you can see yourself through his eyes, how utterly astounding you are just by being you, how absolutely satisfied you make him feel.

How you made him suddenly conscious of his heart.

He can feel his heartbeat oscillating in its cage fighting to keep you, how utterly breathless he is when you are near.

The confidence he inspires in you, combusts your inhibition like no amount of alcohol ever could.

You show him, that you are not made of glass, but bones, muscles and a big heart.

You give more than you take and you show him.

You show him how much he means to you, how much you appreciate his gift by bringing him to the very edge of heaven, to the brink of believing in magic, because what he is feeling is completely inhumane.

His mere human body has never experienced this overwhelming concupiscence running in his bloodstream.

To the point that he is standing by the abyss’s cliff and waiting for your go-ahead, because he knows that this is the only way he can know you from the inside out, to jump in that endless, whirling abyss with no way out.

He does not want a way out, he is lost in you, fascinated. And it is exhilarating.

Exhilarated and elated, you want to drink him whole, to feel each part of him, over you and in you.

So you give him the go-ahead and he descends into the abyss, intoxicated.

And you are right there to catch his fall

It’s sensual to be sexual.

Flesh against flesh.

Breath to breath, breathing each other in.

Rough Fingertips caressing.

Lips kissing, sucking.

Stubble scratching soft skin.

Bodies withering, colliding.

Backs arching.

Hands pulling tousled hair.

Scrumptious thighs wrapping around solid waist.

Hardness against softness.

You become one being, connected in so many ways that you don’t know where he ends and you begin.

Pretzeled, intertwined.

Feels like your bodies can’t keep your souls captive anymore, they want to roam free, soar as high as their translucent forms allows them to.

To never plummet back to captivity.