W I L D !

My mind is wild.

Every time I try to think of something, I am interrupted by images.

Images of two bodies intertwined in a feverish embrace. Hands groping, mouths seeking, everywhere. Leaving no part of the body sacred. My body does not react to these erotic images. But my mind! It is alive with vivid images!
All by itself, it conjures the image of strong hands on supple breasts. Caressing, holding, as if weighing. Same strong hands moving, Slowly, carefully, lovingly, over the same pliant, well formed breasts. Pausing over each nipple to tease and to touch, till they are rigid and aching with desire.

My errant mind pictures well formed. Female lips on a flat abdomen, tracing an imaginary line down the middle, and further down, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the owner.

I struggle to clear my mind of the gasps and moans of pleasure. Those sounds that testify to the pleasure that can only be created by two people who are genuinely making a selfless effort to please one another.

But my mind is adamant in its sinful course. The images flow, one after the explicit other: naked bodies, legs moving, intertwining, hips gyrating slowly, smoothly, in rhythm with the sensual songs played only in the minds of the participants.
Lips meeting, tongues tasting, seeking, probing, and tasting yet again.
My mind produces the images faster than my fingers can type.
I give up.