Chaotically, we lay down.
Incoherent words, wandering minds, we begin our dance.
Words complement, thoughts meld, our bodies calling to each other.
Gentle touches, caresses.
Lips meet fleetingly, only to sometimes stay for while before moving on.
A passionate kiss, somethings that are amiss.
Insecurities, firm gorgeous tits, beautiful brown-black eyes.
Hearts are beating faster. In sync now. Faster.
A feeling.
My body tenses up, heart racing, adrenaline pumping.
Only two emotions cause this state of being, the tiger ready to pounce, and the deer sensing the hunter.
Finally, both are the same. Readiness.
Shy away from it you may, but i embrace it.
Primitive, uncontrollable, the nature of it, synchronous motion, the dance. Automatic, instinctive.
Do not control it, do not let your mind speak when your heart is asking to be followed.
Set it free.
When you cage an animal, will it not struggle, rage, and weep.
Will it ever get any sleep?
And they give this one word. Horny. That's it.
