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Zen and the Art of Fuck

PuristLove

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She kisses him lightly
His touch consumes her
Fingers explore bodies
Something inside her core melts for him
Slowly it liquefies inside her
Passing out her vacuum
And running lightly down her thighs
His fingers caress her
Stroking her warm pussy
They enter her
She pants for him
Her need is great
Long he teases her
Making her need him
Stripping her mind of all but her need for him
Focusing all that she is, was and has been
On this Moment
This eternal Now
In which he teases her with his fingers
Not filling her hole, her emptiness
Merely making it more unbearable
This need she has
It’s the only need
The only desire
For him to cum inside her emptiness
To fill her with his presence
And eventually he does
He climbs on top of her
And She takes him inside
Gasping
Panting
Moaning
Everything dissolves away
There is only he
Filling her
Fulfilling her
Sating her
He is all she needs
And eventually the need drops away
Her very being is gone
There is only the emptiness being filled by the presence
And then, then
Then
There is only the friction
No emptiness
No Presence
Only sweet, satisfying friction
Inside her brain
Ancient wiring from ancestors that were not even human
Has begun to operate
It warmed up slowly
Neurons unused in so long
They focus
Driving away all other thoughts
And as other thoughts are driven away
The mind, seeking stimulus
Intensifies
Amplifies
Its appreciation of the sweet friction
Self drops away
Else drops away
And friction becomes more prevalent
And it build and builds
Growing so intense she cannot stand it
And if she had been aware of her vocal chords
She would have screamed out
But she cannot even remember to breathe
And finally when she can no longer take it
She explodes
Spasms racking her body
And the emptiness
Becomes the Everything
And all there is
The sweet beautiful orgasmic release of neurotransmitters
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Wonderful. You are a writer dear. And you do an excellent job of proving that over and over again.
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(p.s.... love Chapter 6
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As the applause dies away...
'They enter her'
great use of the fantasy of multiple male partners to generate the base of a female orgasm, all orafices utilised.
Kudos.
 
~Erik
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Wake your mind up. Clear your eyes up. Move and rise up before your times up. Clock is ticking. You're caught slippin'. Stop to realize. Look and listen.
 
i must admit that i only read this post because the title contained the words "zen" and "fuck". that being said...
i REALLY liked this poem. you captured such moments perfectly. what a way with words!
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i've said my piece... peace out.
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