all_this_desire the ascetic (word_sex) the dream of desire the breath, the kiss, hands on bare skin, taste of salt in sweat scents to overwhelm sense flower pheromone fruit her fingers in his hair, his mouth on her neck, his hands under her back, cradling caressing she rakes her nails slowly along his back as his mouth meets her breasts but for the film of sweat that binds them they could manufacture lightning grunts and sweet obscenities whispered through clenched teeth a perfect row of kisses along her hip as she is further bared she takes him inside her wrapping her legs around him to hold him within and pull him deeper the rhythm of the world as it spins 031116 ... They call me Truth beautiful... 071106 what's it to you? who go blather from