A Worship of Hermes

Fiery golden afternoon, sun blistering and dying in the distance, but the wind feels cool on my skin touched with sweat from the long walk to to the tree where you told me something would be waiting,

No surprise the thing waiting turned out to be you, smiling devilishly under a soft canopy of leaves, the shade does little to hide the fact you came, with nothing but a long teeshirt and that grin.

Your delicious lips widen further as I approach. The air smells of you and it is all I can do to wonder if this is a dream, would it matter if it was. I cannot hide my arousal from you, your gaze says every word of approval I need.

By the time I reach you I am crawling on hands and knees. I reach your winged feet, stealing your legs above my shoulders, you gasp playfully, not a hint of surprise as I position you just where you need to be.

Your gaze meets mine as I enter and there is no better moment of pleasure I could know. Soft and warm, I hold and carry you as every part of me works to bring you pleasure.

A moment where in thrusts you find the time to kiss me and say many things. You moan and coo, then again, a birdsong of cies and giggles as I work to enter you again. It is no effort, it is everything at once, until finally release brings still bliss.

Your smile is golden, your bright eyes lit with something I cannot fathom. You pat my shoulder playfully, and plant a kiss upon my lips before rising once more. You have places to be. I see you run, a glimpse before disappearing at blinding speed.

I know I shall see you again, along the road.