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The rest of November's stories are available at
November's Erotica, a free site:
www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Underground/3193
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Somewhat free-associative meditations on "The
Kiss" by The Cure 

by November Tuesday



Lost in the song, undercurrent, spiraling down, black velvet, to that 
apex pinpoint
light of hope. 

Hope. And you are there, shining. 

And your gravity is in me, making knees heavy and breath heavy and 
pulses
quickened, heightened, adrenal. He sings, so affected, so carnal, so 
needing. You
are like a cat in your jeans. I want the gravity of being horizontal, 
you grinding on
top. 

You touch my neck with one fingertip and my head lolls back. My lips are 
open
and ready. You are here. You are here, here, here, at last. Waiting 
waiting, waiting
it takes me forever to pull you to me, to kiss your lips with crushing 
effort. 

Tongue snaking in you, dipping into sweetness. My life for you... 
anything. None
of it means anything. Just love me love me love me... love me love me 
love me...
mantra. It echoes down through the rest...

Sounds still going down, spiraling down, swirling intensely at our feet 
as we kiss
and you delicately pull up my shirt. You kiss my nipples and I moan and 
reel and
gasp. It's in the breathing; communion of breath replaces words, you 
shove
forward into me and your cock presses tight against me, bone to bone 
making
plain the throbbing flesh in between, almost painful but still I begin 
that slow
grinding dance. 

I pull you out of your clothes, make you naked next to me, on top of me, 
in me.
Swirling and swirling like dust. Lick/ suck/ bite/ come/ sweat. Sucking 
the sweaty
nectar of your neck, pulling teeth lazily across you. You are loved and 
light and
sweetness and I can't wrap my arms hard enough around you. You spread me
apart, reach into me, inside me, coming inside me hard and real and 
pervading
my very brain with yourself, sweet waves of you dissolving in me, moving 
hot
like metal, pouring into each other and back. I grow inside you, taking 
root,
pulling you inexorably in. The drums pound louder and I feel your 
insistence
rocking my body, your vulnerability and louder and faster and I can feel 
the exact
moment of your letting go, of giving your body to me. 

After, it is silent in a moonlight of sweat and quiet and cooling, quiet 
skin, and
breathing is slow and deep. My hands can't leave your chest, your 
shoulder, your
neck, your chin. There is heavy wetness nesting between my legs, wanting 
to pour
from between lips. I sleep with no want, no wishes, none of the 
desperation so
pervasive that I only perceive it now that it has gone. There is only 
the rise and
fall of your chest, your breath, circular, nourishing you, you, and that 
is all. I sleep
deeply.

_______________________
The rest of November's stories are available at
November's Erotica, a free site:
www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Underground/3193



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