Fire With The Wind

The mystery of desire pulses deep within the caves of the womb and the journey of the tunnel.

The darkness of the womb captures the heat and moisture of the tight and tender walls that hide the sensations pulsating within the clitoris to send peculiar waves of eroticism throughout the lips and feathering hairs of the vagina

It whispers lust and sings orgasms as the tunnel reaches the portal of light; it opens the gates of milk and honey, smoothly opening itself for the tunnel to reach, penetrate, and viciously conquer. The tunnel beats back and forth vibrating the hairs coated with tasteless cream like a violin stick playing its instrument to the musical symphony of sex

Each stroke ignites the momentum of fire, releases the breath of air from the seductive lips dripping the saliva of loose pleasure, and turns up the volume of the juices flowing outwards silky and abundantly like a riverbed flows during a vibrant day

Stroke after stroke, the fire and wind join hand in hand, mingle, and burn sweat through the pores of sensual unity

Submissive and quiet, the vagina entertains her guest freely, attending to his needs and giving him permission to release his anger, rage, fury, and power.

Movement of animalistic energy surging up and throughout the veins of pulsating insatiable desire disperses the animated electric feeling all throughout the mind and body

As the substance sojourns through the dark tunnel of lust and fire, fear, vulnerability, insecurity, power, obsession and the like arise from the deep sea of the sleeping mind. It shoots out and is absorbed by the secretive lips of his lover and captured as a primitive beast

Emotions lurk in the oceans of lust as sharks with ravenous teeth appearing as beautiful colored fish not knowing the passion will rip through the heart, feed off its desire, and swell to the brim of addiction and utter uncontrollable cravings

Quietly, aahhh is whispered and leaves with the wind and burned by the fire.

By Lioness Loner