Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
Blogs > voyeur2017 > The Edge of Wetness |
Cusp
Cusp There is lust as foundation for the passion. That much is certain as I soar in the radiance of her smile. There is trust as extension of that lust. My soul is naked yet I fear not this vulnerability. There is hunger as her vicarious touch is carried through my body and mine through hers. There is respect for divergent thought and convergent desire on the cusp of omneity. There is thirst for a taste of tomorrow. The promise of delight and the delight of promise. There is hope for the exquisite someday when the fire in her eyes overpowers the barriers in her mind. |
Become a member to create a blog