In between the particles of each other skin I must say my dear I think I have found the cure or solution for the ultimate pain and the ultimate agony of within the love of the two of us. I didn’t understand the gravitational pull from each atom pertaining to each other until we shared seconds in a deep passionate hug, and in the veil of clothing and hair I wanted to carve deeper, to hug deeper, to asphyxiate you within my strength overarching your torso. I wanted to smell every crevice and every drop of your perfume, the natural and the sweat drops and the tears.
No my sweetheart I’m so sorry that this undefeatable keeps us apart while I grind my teeth holding my unstoppable force to cover every milimeter of your skin with my kisses and then my tongue and my saliva licking all angles of your smooth beautiful face. But we can’t exchange that so many liquids in between each other, you can lick me and I can lick you, but the salive from the kisses dry.
So please sweetheart don’t be afraid, just walk towards me with the pool.
And in the ocean the tears dissipate like a whistle in the wind. We submerge both of bodies into the liquid that dissolves the veil and barrier, our naked bodies share the same space as every crevice of our own is share in the most intimate rail. Our saliva is shared and when me submerge so is the water entering our noses, taking the mucus into the mix, the smell and toxins and bacteria we held in our armpits, in our sweaty hidden parts is now surrounding us in this very very beautiful and thought compartment, less than two point three meters wide of a tempered glass cylinder.
I wanted to die with you.
I wanted you.
I want to die with you as you, to not leave you alone for even a slight fraction of any nanoseconds in which one of us does not exist together.
The circuit is full from the anals of our bodies into the sweaty breaths that is shared in our mouths as we submerge. And I want to taste you skin. I hold tight.
Dear please don’t fret.
You look at me scared but I’m sure you’ll like it. Can’t you feel me? And my hand entering you? As your fluids are expelled from you and they start to cover my dermis. Please, urinate, cry, puke. Oh no not you dear. Don’t faint. Your moans and growls are only the sign for wanting more. I know that your fluids and my fluids need to be combined, need to unify and we can dance and float and kiss the waves of every single cell organism and microorganism that conforms us. But my skin is a barrier that defeats us. So I take it off, and I start to fill the container as in the pure red of passion. My love my 100% my how high. I love you so much I wanted to be in within you. And the opening in you is bleeding like the gates to heaven open. I carve my way is side the organs as extensive pleasure fills the both of us and we both orgasm into exquisite cóctel of all colours and flavours.
I can leave the tools to float around our container. As I’m done leaving space for the new of us to be together into one, to feel the warmth of your precious beautiful body covering me. And my skin won’t stop me from feeling you. And the lights fade into passion and eclipse.
Words in the modern English dictionary are not designed to fulfil the translation of all the sensations my body and soul have.
Why is your face printed with terror? Love, I’ve done it.