Had the most glorious explosion last night ~ thinking about you.
Thinking about last night when I was at work. In Canada. You were at home, in bed. Not so far from London.
Instant messaging ~
So so so ______ at a loss for words here! How does one describe transatlantic fuckery with the vibes turned up loud like that anyway? How can one sound so casual to say, 'yeah, I was in an office in Canada but I could feel the heat and the visceral excitement of my lover on the other side of the globe as we swam together over a heated tide' ?
Mmmmnnn. Asked you to Think about doing me doggy style on the path from the bridge of Orchy ~ outside.
You said 'Fuck!
I can feel you ~
... Heat'
Bang on! I'd just that moment been concentrating on sending you heat. The temporal expression of cunt-fire ~ mine
You were as surprised as I was
Fuck!
And I could feel you. I was so aroused by that. Like being in the room with you (and I think I was), yet neither your room nor mine. Even when my eyes were open I saw you. I felt, you.
What is it I love so much about your ardour? How can I not say its magnificent when I can feel it on my face at the same time it's intensive electricity runs through my feet?
Visceral warmth. Animal appetite. Spice on my tongue from a spice merchant a thousand miles and more away ~
It's everything I want in those moments. You're everything I want and all I know. In those moments the office glare softened into a pasha's boudoir ~ the fluorescent lights somehow dimming yet rising as we did. For, I felt Your sure rise. Knew it before you told me you were moving from our workaday interlude, into the maw of the carnal. And I knew I had to get right in there, with you. Alongside you. In you.
In my own sweet way, and how I do it, I climbed right inside your skin. To feel your shocks like so much vibration on a spider's thin web. And though this is more than a thousand miles away I began to move and swim within your hollows ~ filling every particled space with my own longing for you.
Driving my desire deep into your bones till your body should feel me almost imperceptibly, an electric eel radiating from toe though spine through to the top of your head.
Driving a wild animal joy along the tracks I have come to love so well. The very paths your desires take. And what light and colours they show ~ not unlike that film, the Fantastic Voyage ~ only I don't need a tiny submarine to traverse your inner expanse. I ride on my own spirit form, fuelled by love and knowledge of your sure carnal meaty weightiness.
I don't see anything but this kaleidoscopic tube, where we are each at one end, and we meet in that middle.
I don't give a fuck what science declares an impossibility ~ I'm only consciousness weaving in and through your shining hard lust.
It's a tender exacting lust. It knows what it wants, and
it
wants
me
I could be a million miles away yet
I also feel your sweet tautness invade my very skin, I'm sitting in.
The fucking words and creature demands are sensed both ways, yet I know that
this time
I'm more riding your rails
I'm at work into office.
I don't have the freedom to
touch where you touch
so I touch Us, in the ways instinct and black books taught me ...
from the inside out.
The moments of silence then between us, instant messaging and a lapse of words were eaten up by the movements I could see of your sure hand and expanding heart ~
I couldn't hear it's beat, but I rode upon the electric currents and twisted in its energetic waves ~ my open eyes shut
My closed mouth parted
till my Canadian mouth grew as warm as your mouth when it growls into mine ~
And I knew when your apex your denouement drew close ~ just the way I did when latitude and longitude found us in hotel room after hotel room ~ January howling outside, and we, warm and loving, howling to shout
In those keen moments the side of my face pressed against your glass
Knowing, you did, of the temperature that swelled vibrant, my sure folds and secret places
And I felt you as took a little of me into your arms,
arm in arm leg twined round thigh to the back of your throat,
curled in the base of your spine and to
eddy on your blue-black shores
And
Then
Crimson to Indigo fades to the babiest blue whites ~ and we
are
sailing! ~
Ascent
over Schiehallion and a world that
Exists only between our strange mortal
Skin.