Every step he took felt like a journey to salvation. His salvation. The destination he craved. The journey fueling his own desire and continued pace.
His hands roamed the open space, his mouth in hot pursuit, as he climbed the fullness of her lips. The volcanic heat warming his skin. Adding flavour to the path he was taking. As he explored the deeper paths, he found solace and inspiration in the valley of her chest. The mountain peaks offering shelter against the heat circling within. He trekked the winding roads and found himself lost in the depths of her femininity. The purety of the streams inviting him to swim. To dive freely into the current of their creation. His body in pure enjoyment, his mind alive, and his eyes envisioning the beauty. He saw her and he was home.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…