Unison

(This is a part of random long diary entry turned into imaginative writing. Its a simple figment of imagination and attempt at erotica (its not porn!). Its unpuncutated and raw, but im really lazy to actually correct it)
Jus plain passion n unison of bodies. Holdin and grabing each other. Tearing the flesh. Bitng and bruising, tasting, drinking in the gentle flame of passion.
Movin from head to the neck, passing from ears to the chest and then the side of the waist and feet. Holding and feelin each part of the body like u have neva
know it. Feelin it jus blinded by passion. So strong tht u cant see or remember nething else. Fingers blending with his hair n skin. Mouth like tool shaping,
moulding the body again. Feel like god. Breath controlin the head which is intoxicated. You do not know who u r, u don know who he is. And u hv an odd
sense of independence while he is in control of ur senses. And he is there very close so much so tht u cant tell each other apart n feel so violently away.
He makes u feel so feminine u forgot tht u were ever a women. The beat of the constant music poundin in both of ur heads… simply forcing the act of makin passion.
Sex is the mere reaction or result of your connection and fire not an obvious act u want to do. you are kicked into extacy. he holds you jus to
connect u to the real world. But u refuse. Refuse to move, refuse to budge from there coz he is there w/ you safe n sound. Running w/ u you don know
whr but jus restfully, breathlessly running. Ur biting ur lips out of sheer loss of urge, will and enerygy. But the ache of memory in the back of ur brain, is excrutiating. so
much so its brings you into the present on the couch whr u carelessly lie. He looks at you refecting the same emotion. He holds u carelessly and grabs you
like he snached you and will never let go off u. u look at him vulnerably, you have no choice but to surrender. U burn w/ agitation of givin in to him. Tears
fly out as a sign of defeat but there is pleasure of him still holding you. As they slowly move to your neck and wets his bare naked chest, he excites you
with his world of obsession. where his nose seeps deep into ur hair, as though he's tryin to inhale u into himself. You have never seen it and will never see
it. He looks into ur eyes blured w/ tears and streaks of kajal arnd it; for the first time you can bear to look at his challenging face. He tries to mock at you
but U see him as helplessly in love as u are.