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After Valentine's Day
After Valentine's Day After Valentine's Day After Valentine's Day, when rose petals have fallen, and marks on back from nails dug in tight in passion have faded. Beyond Valentine's Day, beyond the rich heavy meal washed down with two glasses of sweet champagne, beyond the lingerie which proves constricting and tight as it has never previously been worn, beyond the face made-up for hours to present perfection and defiled by the first lingering questioning kiss, and always beyond that day and that evening. So we romped, as Valentiner's are wont to do, a social habit ingrained over the years to treat the 14th of February as a measure of social success. Have you a date upon this day? Are you taking your special someone out? Or is there a new special someone who, unknowing of your attentions, might be lured out on this day when society sets forth a demand you must be coupled, as engine to a carriage, and dragged down the habitual tracks of roses, wine, dinner, and perfunctory sex. So after Valentine's Day I wait. A fresh breeze sitting on the horizon. I wait till the dinner has been digested, the roses sent to compost, and the champagne is flat. I wait till the sheets have been changed, the lingerie returned to the back of the underwear drawer, and your make-up jars, potions, lotions, creams, are unused. I wait till it is quiet, and you are at peace. Wearing clothes in which you feel comfortable and relaxed. Not expecting a service of socially desired and measured intimacy, nor needing to produce a socially acceptable exchange of passions and loving cooing words to the one with whom you are at that time. I wait and lay a kiss on your shoulder. I wait and lay a kiss upon your throat. I wait and lay a kiss upon your cheek. I wait and lay a kiss upon your forehead. I wait and lay a kiss upon your wrist. I wait and lay a kiss on your lips. Half a dozen kisses to match half a dozen long stemmed red roses. I offer no meal or drink, for you are all the sustenance my body, mind and spirit desire. I drink from your lips, and feed on the touches lingering and caressing across your body. The dinner of the all of you, the true you, not hidden in lingerie, or presented as a gift wrapped in the social mores of our time to be considered sexy. For I find every curve, every line, every sag, roll, freckle, mark, and scar, as the topology of the one I love, the one I would commit to my memory, the one I would explore from pole to pole, across all latitudes, and longitudes, in all seasons, and find who you are more vivacious, sexual, living, alive, passionate, and desirable, than any scrap of lace and elastic festooned upon you. I close the blinds and<b> curtains </font></b>which might allow the gaze of society inside, for this privacy is for the treasure I desire more than all of society's tawdry baubles, celebrities, or Hollywood stars. we can leave all of society's expectations, and trappings, and attitudes outside these doors. Instead pursue desires shared, and loud, and hurried, and slow, and tensed, and relaxed, and natural. To our own nature's in passion give full rein. Body to body rock, mouth to mouth pass breath of life between kisses exhausting and exhilarating, fed by such energy and such robust desire. With gentle touches, or silk ties, or sensual anointing of juices richer than ambrosia and sweeter on tongue, and lips, and across body than any champagne or Valentine chocolate dessert. We can tangle and linger, or sprint and thrust, listening to the demands of each other's nature, and each other's body, leave you breathless, and full, and sated, refreshed and rejuvenated. Our bodies remade and glow in love's sweet shadow, even as they joyously ache from stretching, reaching, twisting, lifting, and always, always, participating in joyous ecstasy. And to hear you say, I so wish every day could be after Valentine's Day. And I know we shall endeavour to always make it so. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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