Time with one’s self is some kind of inspiration. It clears space for your mind to wander and imagine in every direction. There’s a new category for my posts, just for the ones like this…
Eyes open. Sweat sparkles through the darkness.
Heat expands and muscles contract. Uncertainty is masked by intrigue.
No turning back.
We’ve crossed the line marked in the sand.
No longer in between us, it lies under us.
Forever engraved into our memory banks.
Complete consumption with no separation;
Separate forms morph into one sensuous motion.
No more lustful thoughts only provocative actions,
deep breaths and stiffled exhales.
Blood rushes, hearts pound, Hands clasp, teeth clench, toes curl
and peaks are reached.