The Lover
|Ling one night. Her smile, vivacious. Take her to another level of pleasure.
Trust your intuition.
Fish new waters. Explore, experiment outside bamboo shack zones after dark. Dark is the night. Cold is the ground.
Sweet and slow. Give her long luxurious pleasure. Return to her rose sensations feeling her need. Curl up in night's silence.
Sleeping alone is boring, said Sunflower, a blind masseuse.
Smell her fragrance. Soft connections w/o fear, haste, tomorrow. One night is all. Positive energies. Far away a bell.
Loves meditation at dawn welcomes restless dreamers. They turn, curl, embrace, soft and slow skeletons in shadows. Shadows on her breast, valley, legs, fingers kissed. No illusions of futures in the long now.
Love's meditation.
Rain. Angular clitoris stimulation's bliss, slow gentle, sunrise. Release rain inside soft fresh air along her skin.
Her skin is a meandering river of valleys, mountains rising hips, slow easy caresses memory's fascination.
Sitting posture dances ink.
Sleeping dreamers take a serene slow pedal along deserted foggy streets in mist.
Mountains across the Mekong sing Zen.
A Chinese painting is a floating world.
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