Flaming Lips

After a 50 year separation 2 Lovers are brought together in the X,Y,Z of Life. She in hunting for a deep love, he in search of unlimited sex mate for joy, mind & pleasure in their private world.

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Music Licensed by: Pixabay

Music by: Alex Grohl

Song: Sweet Life 

Photo by: Erika Varga

Transcript

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Welcome to the cover of my dreams. This is a lover's perspective of sexual, social, and romantic experiences over a twenty-year period, each story unique in the exploration of organic, transcendental, ethereal, and captivating interactions between a man and a woman to help you benefit by having an open mind and your own personal experiences. Enjoy. But with me, when I heard your distant fifty-year echo from afar, it opened up the XYZ of my human axis, the three strands of all objects seen by any living thing on earth. A supreme illusion of your flaming lips came across my tender face as you glided yourself against me like the winds of fire from the suns of Venus. You came to ignite the heat inside my male equation of sex with you. Our gentle instincts dissolved our flesh to flesh. This brought some things between us that no one could understand. We caressed our skin against each other, your lips around the pulse between my legs, your hands holding me firm to penetrate you, the wetness that drips from your soft vagina, the delight of my love. You positioned yourself on me to fill out your internal sensory of let me come on you, Kay, let me come on myself, let me come till the sun peaks into our window of privacy. Making love to you is the expedition of your mind and the tremor of your lips as you thrust your water of life into my soul and your kisses to my last dying wish. You drink, my love, you touch this place inside me that we have never explored before until this new century. You drive my tongue to explore your most private space, the spaces that I love, with the natural feeling and taste of you all over your body. I could explore you until your dreams vanished and your realities turned back into dreams. We are blind, we are twisted, we are tied, we are binded, as we exchange our fluids of carnal life. We inhale and exhale each other's intensities. We at times go from passionate lovers of Paris to fucking like seringetty animals, like many of the wild earthlings before us. We smell like the originals and act like aborigines in the far lands of the outback, like savage sexual art in a portrait gallery, a subjective view of us hung in a memory to strangers who were less strange than the both of us. They tried to see our secret fantasy. You, unusual to many, you, the sophisticated complex woman, they really spoke in a dialect called thunder of calm and joy. How so many were fooled by their doors of perception about you except me. For me who has travelled on the many astral planes of the universe of physics, earth space, animal space, aquatica, the jungles of intensity or the deserts of the beyond. I saw you clearly beyond the supreme illusion or the doors of perception. You came to me untamed, firing your love and wanting me, us and all things that fall or that have fallen within our space. It is now that I have touched your flaming lips, and it feels like home for me. Thank you for not giving up and willing to share the space we both call home, the love we have for each other, or basically only I for you. I still let you believe differently about us so that you are never tied down to a commitment with me. Love K, someone you still don't know. Love, passion, sex is expansive. Let it breathe.