The Forbidden Dance of the gods
The gods envy us.
They look at us and wish they could trade places.
Of what use is immortality and power, if you can’t partake in the little pleasures of life?
If you can’t feel the warm embrace that comes when flesh meets flesh.
This same flesh that caused the downfall of man.
My desire has taken root in my flesh, and a god has formed in me, using me to satisfy his lustful cravings.
So when our eyes meet, that intense feeling erupts. I bury my lips beneath yours and kiss you like I want to drain the life out of you.
I move my fingers on your body, familiarizing my self with your skin contours. And even though my hand cups your breast, my lips never parted from yours.
Every touch is a signal to the brain. When I kiss your neck, I feel the shiver in your spine, and your skin becomes coarse from goosebumps.
You can’t resist…. no need to. Your clothes leave your body faster than it got there.
Now, baby, this is not s3x, it’s the art of lovemaking. I will use sweet words to justify this moment. After all, I no longer operate in the spirit but in the flesh. This same flesh that wrecked kings.
Wrapped in my arms, the way you moan makes me want to reach climax soon. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh, this same flesh that buried nations beneath the surface of the earth.
I keep moisturizing your nipples with my saliva juice, and my fingers have travelled all over your body. “Harder….harder….” Every thrust is a vengeance. Every spank on the ass a deliberate effort to dramatize this encounter.
I waited till you were ready, so we could climax together.
And when this feeling boils down, I come to realize that I have danced the forbidden dance of the gods, and my Flesh has betrayed me………again.
