Pulses

Let me touch your lips
with my fingers
feel you form words
on my skin...
thick hair cascading down
from your bowed head;
whispering
for my cock to come in.
I taste your blood
through your flesh dear
I know your scent
as my own...
Your heart beats faster
and faster...
knowing now
there's no longer need to roam.

I have been away from this profile for quite some time. The availabilities of reasonable conversation seemed to have evaporated. I thought that I might try to take another taste of those who frequent the nooks and crannies of life here once more. Smiles warmly...thank you for reaching out and saying hello.

I suppose the curse of being male here, is that one gets automatically lumped into the troll ogre asshole liar blah blah blah lurker predator that we all must suffer for.

To attempt to initiate a conversation seems akin to asking someone to drink a glass of poison. Tis such a shame to pay for the sins of those who ruin it for the those who have no hidden agenda.

All one really need do is say hello. The rest is is simply a series of choices to speak or decline.

IT is what it is.

However; it can become more or less...that is up to the dancer.

D.Tea

Dragon Tea is best sipped slowly while piping hot. Savoring the nuances of internal warmth allows one to appreciate the care and skill it takes to brew a perfect cup of tea.
Embracing the warmth someone creates within your life is quite a similar experience. The care and skill involved in preparing a savory moment in which to consume and be consumed by is no different. There is timing and expectation... There is an awareness of becoming the drink and the drinker simultaneously. Such is the Zen of tea preparation. There is never a rush to ecstasy...