volume 4 issue 2
succumb - copyright © 1992 eristikös
I make you watch: I undress with tenderness and passion. I lay my naked body unto your alter for worship. I am filled with intent. Without instruction you recline. I am adoring, I am reverent. It is for these moments that I live -- on any given day, I can be found glowing; It is for these moments that I die -- on any given night, I can be found weeping. I want you without condition. I do not know why. I am concerned; The extent of my feelings is unnatural. With my fingertips I trace I study I memorize your every line -- so carefully so meticulously until nothing remains to be mapped. It goes without saying you are beautiful. Tonight my hands will eat. Sacreligiously, I am stealing imprints of the sharpness of the hardness of the tightness of the sinews of your shoulders of your forearms of your chest of your stomach of your hipbones of your calves of your thighs. What it is to pray, what it is to be sexually aroused. I am lost in the palms of your hands, dizzy, reeling, hungry, my mouth devouring yours -- and after you are moist about the ear and throat, my lips slowly breeze across your centerland tinge across a nipple graze across that sacred, silky, most-white skin -- and after I feel you lightly shudder? To the destination. For the sacrament, I close my eyes and open my mouth: my over-wet tongue to suckle the unlikely pair rooting at your half-ripe non-thumb. With artful mastery I raise and wield your stiff sword. It is more than thick spit and friction; it is technique and timing, it is a little science and a little more theater. I touch with cathartic purpose... if I cannot possess mine own I shall live vicariously and if I cannot possess him then I shall borrow. Hours seem like minutes; seconds seem like days. Seek no longer to indulge in the retrieval of information Seek no longer to pay homage to the icon; Seek instead to set skies and oceans aflame Seek to awaken perverse motions Seek to unleash instinctual sounds Seek him to twist and squirm, to contort and strain, to whisper, gasp, moan and scream. Seek him to succumb.
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