I imagine you lying there on the bed
And me getting onto the bed
Tracing my fingers across ur legs...
In a zig zag swishy motion...
Slowly...
Slowly...
Two fingers walk up your leg
Sliding down into the inside of the soft fleshy thighs
The two walking fingers are now joined by two others who are pushing the leg apart who are trying to close down on the walkers
The fingers make slow twirls on the flesh digging just deep enuf to make u gasp
...they move up...
Tracing its way still upwards where it can feel the heat...
A heat so tremendous that it threatens to consumer everything in its path...
A heat so inviting to make one feel comforted...
The finger walkers are drawn... Drawn towards that moist soft heat...
The heat which makes them ache...ache enough to just feel one touch...
To grace across the tender...
To slide across the soft...
To touch the moist...
To kiss with their fingertips the beautiful lips...the wet soft lips...
The fingers are pushed back...away from the temple...
The fingers look back longingly but but but they cannot do their thing unless they are needed and the need has to be absolute... clothed in a yearning...
A yearning that can only be sated...
Sated only...
By the soft caress and embrace of the finger walkers...
The finger walkers eager to unleash the magic in their veins...
Turn back...
Skating across the smooth skin...
Leaving their imprints with each step they take...
They stop near the inside of the thighs...
Looking at where the need to go... No... yearn to go...
With trepidation and longing and excitement...
But one finger is hesitant...and dragging his feet,... He draws circles on the soft fleshy insides...
Unsure... how to proceed...
Not knowing...
If it will be welcomed where it wants to go...
... It is contemplating...wanting to turn back...
His brother ..stops him... looks at him... encouragingly...
"Cmon" he says..."U will like it"...
The scared one trusts his brother... And drags along behind him...
As they journey towards their destination...
Dancing and twirling circles on the soft...flesh...
As they dance along... One of them slips and falls...
And the other in an attempt to save the first... Digs deep into the flesh...
Making the flesh go red in pain...
The fallen brother is pulled up by the one clawed in...
Taking care to pull him up...brushing the insides of the thigh...
Caressingly leaving the nerves on the soft flesh tingling...
The soft flesh t...t ingling and excited by the strange sensations...
The brothers' dance has given birth to...
The flesh shudders in anticipation... anticipation of what is to come next...
While... the brothers pull themselves together... n they march on...
As they near... They are afraid... yet want to trudge on... to the unseen temple...
Whence... suddenly...their minds are blow away... By the incredible... feelings coursing through them...as their nasal senses are exploded by the sweet fragrance of their destination...
Like a siren song... it draws them near...
Nearer... To the temple...
All the while dancing without realizing...
That they are now completely being engulfed by the...
Aroma of the elixir laying in waiting in front of them...
They reach near... And they notice that the flesh... Around the temple...
Is much softer where they are... now...
They are mesmerized by the sparkling of what looks like a million diamonds...
In front of them...confusing them... Only to realize that...
The moistness of the temple they are to enter is...what is sparkling...
Tantalizing...and...inviting...
One of the brothers...curious...slide across the opening...
Testing...
