The Erotic Typist

A thought full mind he sits on a chair talking to her as the night light falls on her shoulder, he looks at her through that light of gods will, he wraps his soul around her beautiful face, complexities run within their minds of lust filed imaginations of each others naked bodies as he touches her lips, he knew its what he would ravage in her world of his dreams, an idea of unity of the divine kind moulded only to fit a few personalties through their bodies and heart filled souls. He knew he’d love her at some point of his existence as her beautiful face gave him peace of a different kind, secured and satisfied just with a vision of purity and lust filled love in every way and of every kind. Her body he loves and her mind he protects and keeps only for himself, all his thoughts, all his mind, all his soul, all he see’s she will be, through the moons light he will see her naked body shine for his eyes only. He preserves his future with her for another time and he’s sure he will exist in her mind as she see’s his face she now has faith in every connection being so divine, as she sits close to his warmth, she see’s his soul through his eyes and knows he is strong and seeks for all that is right in his world of her dreams, a smile of forever as they say goodbye to what has to come through the beauty of that night light. He will always love her and she will always lust for his mind. Love is always there, Love is always kind. 

On a rainy day they met outside, cold weather with the jackets and vapor, beautiful night with the pretty Paris lights. She stood there in the center of his world, so crowded and blur but all he could see was her. Pebbled roads, a slight wetness surrounds, reflections of the lights as the pebbles echoed each sound. He could hear her pumps tapping the ground every beat was echoed out loud. He could see her standing there with the breeze flowing through her blouse, she looked at ease to his face, he went to her to feel her heart, to know where she’s been, for so long apart, she smiled at him with the warmth of an angel, he was put to ease and only wanted to from now on not know and only love her. They shared some wine and walked all night, he held her soft hands tight. She went  closer toward his chest crossing her arms around his, he kissed her for head as he walked her to his home. He could feel her breast rubbing against his arms as they walked toward the house, he got aroused, he loved her so much he wanted to feel her skin in every part of what she senses.They entered the house and the only light was the view of the tower, he guided her down toward his bed as he put a pillow under her head , she was high and so beautiful, he was tall, tanned and handsome, undressed and ready to unite, they were birds ready to fly, far away into the land of love where only beauty surrounded them with the power of lust. He kissed her thighs as he lowered his grip, he went down on her to taste her juice, as he got back up crawling toward her breast, she saw him look so satisfied, only to satisfy her was on his mind. He sucked on her perky nipples, she felt good and he could see it. She held him down with a change in her face, she got on top and said she wanted to ride his steak, she knew what he likes and sucked out his juice, he keeps fingering her, making her cum. They felt each other through and through, she loved him as he loved her through and through. They came together on to each other. Satisfied and alive they were united at last, the bliss that they could only now feel, would never want them to fall apart. The tower starts to shine, the light reflected on her face like diamonds of the night. He watched her sleep, she looked so fine, his angel she was on a saturday night. A memory she soon would be to him, as he walked down that fine line, he knew his lust was a con for love. He went on ahead to search for the only beauty he could love. His power was his strength, his mind was his beauty. She was his testimony. He could only love temporarily.

He saw the light, he saw the trouble coming, was once strong but now weak, she knew all that was missing within him. She was sex with a wealthy attitude. He waited for her all his long life, he never gave up. He made love to her once, enough to hold on to his lust toward her sexiness. She was a beauty with a wild mind, kinky thoughts would arouse her lines. lean and well endowed she could be a Mans dream. Red was her colour, nude was her theme. He waited for her to see him, he knew she’d want him as soon as her sight fled toward him. She starred at his crotch as she sweated down her lips, she looked tempted with that thirst for his cock. Sad and in despair he only sat there looking at what could be his. Fearless and wanting she waited for him to approach her. The want for love, to be held, to be fucked hard. their minds were on the same wave length. Soon enough he’d grip on to her, play with her body, move his fingers in the places he’d once fantasized touching, love her, fuck her and never stop wanting her. All these visions were what was suppos-ed, implementing their thoughts into the sheets reserved to fold their love and warmth. Love making was only an act as love was in absence.