Excuse Me For Rambling

Excuse me for rambling...

but....
I just can't wait to see you tonight....
the beauty that is you....
as if the word "beauty" is derived from the
essence of your soul and embodies every move
you make...
from the slight heaving of your chest as you
breathe.....
to the unconscience blinking of your eyes...
to the way you walk in the room nonchalantly
and every eye gazes upon you as if begging
for
a piece of your soul...
and as you glance back they lower their head
as if you were their savior...and it was a
sin
to look you in the eye....

Excuse me for rambling...

but.....
upon your arrival...I intend to shower you
with the affection befitting a queen...
cause you are my queen....
my confidant...
the only one whom I'd consider equal in
status...
the one I'd surely die to protect....
for without you I'd surely die, internally...
for it's you I breathe with every breath that
escapes my body...
floating thru space...thru walls....behind
doors....floating....until it finds it's
auditory destination...tickling the
microscopic fibers in your ears and beating
my
voice on your drums....
No luv...you're not just hearing things...
Your ears are ringing for a reason....
I am calling you...

Excuse me for rambling...

but.....
take off your clothes....
yes...now...
let my eyes bask in your splendor...
and as you turn around slowly...
my eyes not blinking as if I might miss
something I may never see again...
my brain locking your beauty forever within
it's vault...
to fuel the desires of my fantasies...
no words can express what is before me....
beautiful seems to be an understatement....
so let me sit in silence...and gaze....

Excuse me for rambling....

but...
may I touch you?...
I know I don't have to ask....and have never
asked before this...
but you don't understand...
that in my world you are more precious than
any artifact from any period of time
beforehand...
before you....I knew who I was...but never
understood who I was...
you brought clarity to my life and though I
feared opening my heart to anyone you made it
seem as natural as blinking my eyes ...
you made me realize qualities which
beforehand laid dormant in the recesses of my
mind....
and that is precious...
and you are precious...
and as with most precious things in the
world...they are to be looked at...not
touched...
so....
may I touch you?....

Excuse me for rambling....

but...
as I slowly trace the contours of your body
with my fingertips.....
it amazes me how soft and subtle your body is
in contrast to mine...
how one being so much like my self...can be
so wonderfully different...
as I touch your body...the sensations in my
fingertips send chills up my spine....
awakening every nerve in my body so that they
are alive...
asking....
no begging...
for more stimuli to rejoice in...
my lips quiver..
jealous of my fingertips...
awaiting their own chance to trace the
contours of your body...
and introduce you to another sensation...
more dynamic than the one you're enjoying
now...

Excuse me for rambling....

but may I taste you....
yes taste you...
not to be confused with a simple lick...
cause all a lick is ..is the action my tongue
makes...
to taste you....is to register the flavor of
your body...
unique to you...
to my memory...
so that whenever I think of you...
that flavor overwhelms my taste buds....
and it's as if you're right here before me...
and my tongue is upon you once again..
savoring you...
so...again..
may I taste you?....

Excuse me for rambling....

have you ever noticed that when I'm orally
manipulating your breasts...
that your chest heaves upwards...
begging me to place more your breast in my
mouth....
that when I'm sucking upon your nipples...
your pelvis rises into the air..
as if fucking an imaginary dick...
but in essence...
your pelvis rising is just a beckoning call
for my tongue to afford your pussy the same
luxury that I'm bestowing your breasts with..
and as with a ship on stormy night entering
the bay...
your pelvis is a lighthouse...
it's gyrations leading my tongue to it's
bay...

Excuse me for rambling...

but...
the waters in this bay are very warm...
almost tropical....
and just like a traveler of the Sahara
finding an Oasis...
I bathe my face in your wetness....
probing the depths with my tongue....
savoring the flavor as if this will be my
last 'drink' for a long while...
as my tongue probes the oasis....
it traces it's way up slowly along the
edges...
on up...
to the 'fountain' from which the oasis
depends on to replenish it's fluids...
I take it into my mouth...
caress it...
suckle it...
with long licks...
and light flickers...
until the oasis is overflowing....
and the desert becomes a garden of passion...
alive with sexuality....
buds of sensuality flourishing all over your
body...
as your body shakes uncontrollably....
I now understand the 'big bang theory'...
as your body explodes in orgasm....
and a new universe is created...
a universe of raw, unadulterated, passion...
with your pussy being the garden of Eden...
providing all the pleasure that any man would
need...
and I've already eaten of the "fruit of
life"....

I would tell you what's to cum...
but some things shouldn't be said..
but done...
so..

Excuse me for rambling