On Serenity in the Dance When I am engaged in the dance, I sometimes get swept away with hunger, pas
On Serenity in the Dance When I am engaged in the dance, I sometimes get swept away with hunger, passion, desire, and craving. I am sure my followers can appreciate this dynamic. Time stands still. The room gets very small. And I am conscious only of the amazingly intimate and warm sensation that comes as I envelop my girl fully. She gives freely of herself and provides me indescribable pleasure in the process. I ravish her, and I am ultimately sated by her ministrations. When this happens, I always do my best to return this kind of pleasure fivefold. It is my way of caring, of loving, and of showing my girl how much I appreciate the gift she makes of herself in my life. I love hearing her sing to me in all her glory, and I love feeling her move under me. Yet - for all the passion and heat of the dance - I sometimes rise, gaze behind me, and find myself mesmerized by the beauty who occupies my bed. I am speechless, transfixed by the emotions and the sensations that occupy the moment. Every good picture tells a story. This one is all about the serenity and the bliss of a girl who gives so freely and is consumed in the process. Beauty abounds on the fringe of darkness. © Fringe of Darkness 2013 -- source link