The Instruments of Love

The time has come...the mood is set..the candles are
lit... and here I am waiting on you to step into the
room... my heart is beating.. beating like a drummer
boy's march to victory... and you appear... walking
towards me like a predator stalking its prey in the
midnight hour.. Our eyes lock.. and then they close...
cause now we are face to face .. about to seal our
first kiss.. our lips touch ... the silent connection
was played to perfection like Mozart in his finest
hour.. At light year speed we find ourselves bearing
our natural nakedness that God gave to Adam and Eve..
We stand in awe.. like two aliens species speaking to
each other by telekinesis .. We began to touch..
touching each other like old school love songs that
makes the heart sing and the soul rejoice... the
movements become synchronized like a great maestro
leading his orchestra in its grand finale... Rubbing
over here.. caressing over there.. sucking on this..
and licking on that.. I lay you on your back smooth as
a Kenny G note ... As I began to climb on top of you
.. you gracefully open your legs like a goddess gently
running her fingers across her harp... our eyes lock
again... knowing we are about to cross into a sacred
destiny of passion that we both have been waiting for
with the patience and curiosity.. The anticipation is
inevitable.. I began to kiss your pillow soft lips
again... You jerk back ... you felt something you have
been craving for..and I tell you tonight you will began
your womanhood... You stare at me like a child
watching her music idol.. And you close your eyes..and
they began to roll to the back of your head ... a
sensation rattles through your body ... .. 'Into me ,
I see".. ( Intimacy) has taken place.. Inch by inch I
see into further than anyone ... You clinched your
fist... my fiddle has drop deep into you like a bass
violin... slowly enticing you with its penetrating
strokes.. Your finger clasp into my back.. as i tap
against your body like Bach pressing flawlessly against
piano keys... And you began to cry like an angel
weeping over the death of Jesus... and at that point I
stop...(to be continued)...