For some time I use to think that the only relief in this life would be the end of it. During those times, the dark times I would listen to dark music and one of my favorites was listening to Mikolai Myaskovskys “Silence”. So to understand me a little better click on this video which is the first half of this song. This is about the first 10 minutes. Listen to this and read the post at the same time. But your going to need to read it slow to get the full effect of the music because there is not 10 minutes of reading here. But then when I get you naked and play this music, were going to have to put it on repeat!
I know I should avoid this album when I’m feeling blue, but I can’t help it. And as I listening I started thinking about you.
Maybe that’s unfair, but as I was listening I started thinking that I am going to turn this music around for me. I’m going to make it an opus to you and I together. Just to make the darkness that much richer I promised myself that one day I will make love to you in desperate passionate greedy lovemaking with this powerful dark music crashing against us.
Isn’t that what I’ve become to you, the man who wants you? I certainly don’t know what I am to you. I would love to spend the night with you. I wonder what one night along would be to us with this music. The darkest most wonderful intolerable delicious suffering imaginable!
It would make the most wonderful score to a ballet about two lovers forever keep apart except for one beautiful terrible night when they find themselves stuck or trapped together. The night will black and dark and the rain will be pounding down and we will start kissing hard angry kisses, The kind that come after years of frustration give way to the desire that has been so long controlled. I am going to make love to you one day !
Tell me what you want but only dare talk about in your darkest wettest dreams. Please listen to this music and imagine making love to me and tell me you’ve done so. It is so dark and still so beautiful, so powerful. Maybe none of this makes sense to you, but I do love you.
Tell me what you want, what you need, and let me be that for you, but nothing lukewarm. Because there is too much between us for that. Ask me to worship you. I can do that. Ask me to worship you with all of my heart and my entire mind and all of my soul and tell me that you will always love me and know that I will always love you.
I will worship your nipples from which milk flowed to new life. Bring me your lust and I will give you release and bless you with calm so that you can walk in dark places unharmed. Ask to sleep in my arms and you will, and I will make love to you again and you will find peace. I will worship you with everything I can give you. And with my dreams for your happiness you will dream and sleep and live knowing that you are truly loved.
I will worship you with a tongue that never tires and with fingers that explore and satisfy. I will send gentle waves coursing through your body, rocking you like a boat floating high on the water and you will feel like the sands that know the attention and dedication of the ocean waves ever tending your needs.
And as you learn to love and how to trust again you pleasure will rise and crest into orgasms that will blast through you and push you into a void of perfect pleasure and contentment that empties your fear and worry to a blank and vast state without care.
That is who I will become to you, the perfect release, the perfect gift to you, the perfect getaway where you are free to love and be loved. If you love me and close your eyes the spasming will thrill you and you will luxuriate in the moment as if you are suspended in calm. And I will thrust myself deeper and deeper still and you will grasp for though and reason again. You will think of rebirth, and wonders, and of perfect post coital clarity.
Then you will wonder whether or not all of this is an illusion and you will find me completely inside of you and stare at it in disbelief, and feel a gentle, all-consuming pressure against your body as I slip further and further inside of you and you will wonder how I am doing it. You will feel so complete you will wonder if others would ever understand it. The lips of your vulva would tighten around my upper chest and back, constricting and enveloping me. But you would not be scared and as you realized that I worshiped you completely, you would pull me inside of you and your labia would pull slickly across my face and I would disappear into darkness.
And you would stretch out like a giant cat and stretch your claws and yawn as you drifted off into sleep only to awaken, in my arms and completely at east, your belly flat with my hand resting there, your labia small and closed. A sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead and upper lip and you would turn to me and whisper my name then turn over and fall into a blissful slumber, where phones don’t ring, and no one texts, and you are at peace wondering only if it will happen again.
From then on when you hear this music you will think of me suspended over you and abusing your body as I throw myself at you and when I hear the music again, I will think of the same thing.
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