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Monday, December 05, 2005

A relaxer.

Hmm picture this... a lush green lawn with a blanket. A sky filled with Cirrus clouds shaped like cute animals and a gentle breeze that perfectly balances the hot hot sun. You're lying on the blanket looking up to the sky and there is no glare; the sun isn't too bright. Why? Because there is an ever so thin sheet tied at the four corners of the blanket. This sheet is billowing upwards forming your own protected, warm, sunny, cool enclave. And you are smiling its so peaceful so protected, so balanced (heat, cold, light) This is what making love to you is like. Its the perfect location on the perfect day and I want for nothing. I am totally satiated.

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Do you know that feeling you get when you're on a rollercoaster and you've been tossed in two directions seemingly simultaneously? It's the same feeling you get when you've been hanging upside down. It's a disorienting and delicious feeling. Every inch of your scalp seems to tingle, the same feeling when someone's hand rubs your head. You have no idea which way is up because you've been spun in a circle for too long and truthfully you never want to find up because the disorientation is bliss. This is also what it feels like making love to you. I wonder how having sex with you is? Oh yea it's very aware and questioning. Where are my hands and what is my mouth doing?...Are you enjoying it? Was that long enough? Does this position still let me look cute? Can I stop now? I'm too hot! This is uncomfortable. Please hurry up I can't wait any longer.

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