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Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Route She Travels

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It takes a movement. Hands poised above the body as though waiting for the duet to begin. The music of motion and the feel of touching skin against the fingertips, circling around the possible to take her beyond the here and the mundane. Taking her into that world she travels alone when my fingers open up the route for her.

My tongue can touch, hesitant, but sure, tentative but certain. Taking its time to trace the routes around, in and through which will set her off down that path she takes to that garden where it is always spring growing into summer. A place where those first hesitant sighs and shivers grow to take flower deep within her, far beyond this place of touch and skin against skin.

Each whispered breath takes the tongue deeper, further down the road she's travelling, taking her there. Taking time and twisting it inside out. So she encompasses all of time within her as space expands to become an eternity that lasts for the forever. It takes her back to arch and her thighs to tense and then relax... before tensing once more as she now starts to run down that path, heading for a place that goes beyond mere home. It welcomes her into its strong enfolding arms and holder closer to herself than she would otherwise ever know.

Her hand reaches, pulls, entangles itself in sheets as her toes curl tight on tensing legs and her mouth opens in a silent moan. Then she arrives at the place the path has brought her to, and eyes screwed tight she encloses it all within herself in one long existence-affirming 'Yes!'

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