O' Icon for Passion

You are beyond mere sentimentality. Let others flatter you with high-minded words of admiration and infatuation. Just let me have the feel of your vitality undulating in its heated warmth next to my body, as I feel the sweat of your exertion lubricating my imagination, as well as the lessening friction as we slide up against each other. (Though you ARE most worthy of those fond affections of your admirers). Nothing short of stripping you to your nakedness and opening those thick thighs to expose the dripping nectar of your cunt waiting to feel the penetration of my flesh stabbing itself up into your snatch and hitting the underside of your belly as the walls of that pussy of yours tightens in rapture and celebration to the feel rubbing inside of it and creating the rocking of your hips as you swing them to the dance of that hard, stiff penetration, and you arch your back to bend the angle of my ramming cock's collisions into that box whose walls are being battered to tatters as you feel the surge of electricity tingling up through your crotch and hips and your spine, numbing you. Plus you moving those pert lips to my insertions of desire that would plunder you to your depths so you can escatically sense the physical feel of the warmth and the vitality of your being in its most aroused, physical energies of compulsive stimulation as you exert your body to release the feelings and conceptions from our bodies' skin and inner viscera rubbing together in a celebratory grasping and clutching of a sensuous abstraction now in the carnal intimacy of our hands, teeth, lips, legs, as well as those excited blood-bloated organs and glands that are screaming out their energies to our thirsty-mouthed dryness, and muscle-cramping soreness from squeezing every bit of the juice of passion and desire from these rare moments of opportunity to fully express what words are poor and impotent carriers of.

It is in the feel of our strenuousness excitement of physicality celebrating this gift of proximity away from abstractions and projections but in the moment of our satiated hunger and consummated, fanciful masturbations we are together in the timelessness of this moment. In having this special time we reaffirm that existential marker within ourselves of the potential we have for that special person and those special moment of exquisite sublimity.