In preparation for this moment I remove all my clothes in ritualistic abandonment as you watch the unveiling with admiring eyes from your pillow. When I am done my skin is all that I have between me and the world around me. I slide into this cherished place next to you. You welcome me by running your fingers through my chest hair and playfully tweaking my nipple as you pass over it. It is not a sexual invitation, but rather it is a cheeky teasing reminder that you love me and you love my body. Regardless of your intention, my already hard penis lurches at the sudden erotic tease. Then I am there next to you. You cling to me to share your warmth and your affection and to take my warmth and affection in turn.
Lying here in the grey-blue haze of our bedroom I am overwhelmed by my love for you. The wind is whistling outside, I hear its plaintive howl against our window. The sturdy old window keeps the outside chill at bay. We are safe and warm in our bed. I am laying here next to you soaking in the peace of your feminine love. I sense your sexual and emotional warmth. It is not aggressive warmth, it is a deeper more sensual heat that penetrates me and caresses my soul.
The wind rattles the window desperately trying to get my attention; it is like a willful child. However, in spite of its persistence I will not be distracted from your heat and I ignore it. Whether it gives up or whether your love blocks it out, I am not sure, but soon I no longer hear it.
Sometimes I think of this bed as a stage; a stage where each night I do a quiet half conscious performance. It is a performance not of words but of luxurious erotic images that erect my penis and cause my heart to race. It is a play in which I respond to the deeply intimate thoughts that you project into my sleeping mind; thoughts that drive me to fidgety distraction with lust.
Sometimes when I am in the throes of continuous pulsing orgasmic spasms I fantasize that our bed is an elaborate altar. I envision it as a sacred place where people watch in quiet intense repose as I kneel between your parted thighs and partake of the lush wet gift of your sex. Your pussy lips gape and tremble in desperate anticipation of my attention. Kneeling between your parted legs I lower my face to the moist warm heat of you to worship and drink the warm sweet nectar that fills your pink cup. I part the tuft of hair that frames the fountain of your love and I gulp in the warm lust that has welled up from deep inside of you.
Your desire has risen to the tender pink opening between your thighs in anticipation of this moment. My mouth is at your lips, the mouth of the warm pink cup that delivers your creamy sweet liquid to my desperate tongue.
My insistent tongue prods and teases the tender bud at your opening, forcing it to harden and erect itself from the silken hood that guards it. It is gripped by intense pleasure and swells in response to the warm stimulation of my tongue. The tender petals of your femininity open to reveal your moistened opening and your growing arousal. Then you shudder as a pulse of ecstasy vibrates through your tender place. The creamy nectar bubbles up from inside you; it is rich and thick and it fills my mouth with the taste of things that I have never experienced anyplace else but at this sacred altar that you prepare for me.
As I drink in your sweet lust, your love intoxicates me. The power of your desire is causing me to lose all sense of time and place. All I know is that I want the taste of your sweet desire on my tongue. This is what you want too. You want to give me your desire, your love and your essence. You hold my head to your flesh cup and you rock your pelvis, pushing your hardened pearl against my rigid tongue; it stirs the lust in your soul.
As you rock, you hold my head in your hands and push my eager mouth to your equally eager opening. You coax the hot passion from deep inside you. Then as your grinding reaches a frantatic rhythm you abrubtly stop. You are suddenly aware of a crescendo that is rapidly rising to the surface to break free of your anguished pussy. You wait in agonizing desperation for it to surface. As the iron steel grip of orgasmic pleasure begins to squeeze your tender feminine organs, the sweet relief erupts from the core of your femininity and seizes your entire body.
You shudder and quake and spill the sweetest and most intoxicating nectar onto my desperate tongue. An erotic rhapsodic song vibrates inside of you and escapes your mouth as a wail of ecstasy realized. The vibration of orgasm is like the lowest notes of a pipe organ, as it vibrates you feel the pleasure wash through you; its soothing and stimulating ripples are a sweet balm to your body. They find their way into every crevice in you filling your body with peace, soothing love and the relief of release.
The image of you in my mind on your back with your legs parted for me makes me ache for you. This erotic tableau that I constructed in my mind stiffens my penis and girds the resolve of my love for you.
We ascribe the role of organ of love to the human heart. It is so much a part of our culture that we don’t question it. But I beg to differ. I don’t think that my heart beats for you, my penis does. As I lay there next to you my cock is throbbing. I feel the pulsing not only in my penis but in the rigid and taught chords and channels that connect my cock to the mysterious swollen sex organs deep inside me. They are all pulsing and throbbing in their love for you.
My penis is not stiffened by the promise of the erotic caress that it could receive if I penetrated your opening and soaked my hardened flesh rod in the hot warmth of your open and eager sex. It is not the gentle warm squeeze of your pulsing femininity trying to draw the cream from my balls that stiffens me either, it is your love.
Your silky warm skin exudes your love for me. It penetrates me like the summer sun. It warms me and sinks deep into me lightening my worries and hardening my penis. Your love is like sexy feminine hands that are tenderly cradling my penis. Its delicate fingers teasing and tantilizing the swollen pink - purple crown of my penis until my tumescence is total. I can feel the hard rigid desire not only in my cock but deep inside of me. The desire I feel for you is pervasive. My sex is aching and throbbing, my prostate is swollen and aching, my asshole is tingling and my nipples are rigid.
There is a sweet desperation in this need I have for you. My desire for you is wrapped around us both as I lay next to you. It is not a desire that will be satisfied by spurting ropes of cum in you or on you. It is a desperation to love you with every fiber of my being.
The act of fucking you seems paltry and insignificant. I have this desire to possess you, to consume you to cover you and envelop you with my love. It is a desire that fills my very being and makes my penis ache and my soul cry out.
In the warm altar of our bed I lay there holding you in the gratifying peace of my adoration for you. Your fingers are entwined in my chest hair in an effort to hold onto to me and provide you with the sweet reassurance that you once got from a long discarded baby blanket; your head is on my bare shoulder. Suddenly I am overwhelmed by my love for you. The feel of you causes an anguished need to rise in me and at the same time it creates a gratifying peacefulness. I don’t know how to express it or relieve myself of this ache that holds my soul and stiffens my penis for you.
A tear dribbles from the corner of my eye as I am suddenly overwhelmed by my love for you. At the same moment a tear of crystal clear pure essence of my adoration for you oozes from the tip of my penis. The big fat warm drop gathers at the slit at the tip of my stiffened manhood and begins to fall; it is suspended by a spider web like thread of its own making. It hangs in mid air as if it is not sure what it should do; it is just like me. Then it follows its destiny. I feel its warm splash on the skin just beneath my bellybutton. I savor the reassuring heat of my essence just as I savor the warmth of your love.
The darkness of the room surrounds us. It is seeping into my ears and eyes and up into my nostrils. It is overtaking me and taking control of me. Sleep is overpowering me. I am not afraid of the loss of control that is claiming me as I cling to you under the covers. The warmth of your love will keep me safe. I cast off the ropes of conscious and soon I am gone, adrift in a sea of sleep.
In spite of the haze that clouds my mind in the isolating vastness of sleep, I am acutely aware of the light of your love shining for me, it pulls on my penis and my supressed conciousness in equal measure. I know it is there and I know that I can always find my way back to our bed and to you.
That is why I look forward to coming to this sacred place with you each night.
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