Let me tell you about the sweetness
Of soft, nourishing, and tender love
Of climbing into bed
In early evening, just after sunset
And winding skin together
Of whispers about the future
Excitement
Of climbing on top, body pressed against body
Holding his gaze
And saying you are the best man I know.
Let me tell you about the magic of a slow blowjob.
Of the way it begins, with the mist of compliments
With the gentle kisses and belly licks
With taking deep inhales of chest hair
With pouring love into his cock
Before it’s even touched.
Letting lifetimes go by, with how long you are willing to take.
Luxuriating in it.
Feeling the exquisite softness
The slow throb
Swimming in your own wetness,
The pleasure of saliva
Moving on lips
Pausing, to let the energy slow
To say I love you so much.
To feel your heart reaching out and connecting with his body,
interlocking, forever tied.
Let me tell you about the nourishment men need.
About the depths in his body your slow love touches
Never
Speeding
Up.
Never
getting
impatient.
Only the constant blend of hands, balls, spit, head
Gentle.
Your tender heart
Not letting him get too close to going over
Feeling into his body
as if you were one.
Let me tell you about not rushing to the end.
About the slip of a finger into a crack
About the cradling of him
This external heart
In your hands
Surrendering completely to this moment.
Slow.
Let me tell you about an orgasm from this place
The cresting over
And how the wave doesn’t end for a long, long time
How his body will shudder and he will moan
How his legs will shake
Tears will fill
And he will feel safe to receive.
Let me tell you about staying so in tune with his body
that you know exactly what is happening.
How you can keep moving your mouth
Keep him riding this endless, sweet wave
And how eventually he will make a little sigh
Not because it became too much
But because the wave is slowing.
And you will be still.
Swallowing what you have been holding, savoring for minutes.
Still moving your mouth
Still feeling him ride
Let me tell you about laying your head on his tummy
Kisses on hipbones
Feeling tremors through his thighs
Hearing more I love yous
Wrapped in gentle pools of the moment.
Men need to be loved like this too.
The slow
Patient
Invitation to open.
No goal.
Just an invitation to feel more deeply
The energy
of this moment.
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