raininjuarez: Sometimes we play tackle, and sometimes we play touch There are times … often,
raininjuarez: Sometimes we play tackle, and sometimes we play touch There are times … often, actually – when my need for her is cyclonic and beyond my capacity to control. When neither of us can tame the tempest, and things get battered. In these times, we move with such velocity that our movements – where I touch her and how – could not possibly be separated for description or analysis. I can’t recall how or where I clutched or raked or pushed. There are times when I take her in a fury Other times, however, I like – I need – the theater of her. I need the rituals of the reveal. Sometimes, I need to survey, to inspect to consume her beauty by inches. Sometimes I need to know that this is mine, this place where my fingers glide, and this and this and this. [Please do not remove captions from my posts. Thank you.] -- source link
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