SIN SEAR MODERN MYSTICS
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I crave one divine whole woman —her grace, her essence, the delicate curves of her mind, the softness that radiates from her sincere whole being.
Every contour of her full form feels like an invitation, a delicate map I long to trace with tender fingers, to caress and worship her wholeness with a lover’s devotion.
I yearn to ignite her with my whole being, my wise words, my deliberate choices, to set her senses ablaze with whispers that dance across her skin.
Her body, her breasts, so soft yet crowned with hardened peaks, beg for my touch, my lips, my gentle adoration.
I dream of exploring her, delving into the warmth of a mutual emotional connection, a full blooded intimacy, teasing, tempting, no rush, no force, with slow, deliberate strokes until her breath catches fire, her mind blown, her body trembling unapologetically with a no reason tantric desire.
I ache to know her, to explore her, to kiss her mind deeply, to taste the sweetness of her skin, to linger at her core, drawing circles around her sensitivities with my tongue, savoring her mons as they fold open and rise, surrendered, desperate and pleading.
I follow, I listen, I respond to her unravelling beneath me, consumed by mutual pleasures, her thighs begging for more release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.
To feel her surrender to a ripened fullness, to hear her overwhelmed in a sigh breaking open with need, it’s a fire that burns within us, an insatiable hunger to bring her to the peak of life’s bliss.
Yet, a shadow lingers in my heart. Why does this longing sometimes feel so one-sided? Is it wrong for a man to yearn to be desired in return, to be seduced by her fire, her will? I dream of a woman who craves me with the same intensity, who takes me because her body demands it, her mind lost in a soul and heart alight with passion.
A wild grace full woman that doesn't hesitate, does not hold on or hold back, instead she willingly extends her limitless boundaries.
Am I lost in a fantasy, a world woven from my deepest wishes?
Am I too selective? Too idealistic? Too demanding of a mutuality that has no limits?
Does such mutual desire even exist, where her gaze burns for me as mine does for her?
I wonder in awe, with an ache both tender and fierce, if this dance of longing can ever be fully surrendered and shared, a vulnerable full blown symphony of want that connects us as equals in love’s full embrace.
From love we come. Beyond reason.
From love we live. Beyond words.
From love we leave. Beyond it all.
