24 April 2012
Slept through tempestuous seas, with my heart pumping fire and my head drowning in intensity, every now and again breaking through the bubbling surface to draw breath; only to take in further the sweetness of delicate pale flesh, touched by dancing moonlight and the moist fever of passion as it clasped and grasped at my weakening breath… Sensual and sublime, intimately embraced, ailing strokes leisurely accelerated and beyond all powers of imagination set faster still, each wave a crescendo hurtling towards its final blow, to flay my life one layer at a time, to condemn me to the hidden depths of worldly desires, until finally all at once is revealed like the burst of bright light from a solar eclipse, the shudder of infinity, struck numb to touch, kiss and writhe no more, let loose and abandoned, at peace in the coolness and comfort of joy and inevitable exhaustion…
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A Stormy Night • Opuss № I