Prologue

Stillness sheathed my need, a gentle sheen glistened your chest, and my hands yearned to reach sliding my fingers over your length. But you beat me with strokes on the embonpoint, tracing my navel with the tips, brushing my thighs with your lips. A rise of emotion embodied my fervor and flowed to surge, as my mouth dried limbs began to shake this was the beginning of a body quake An arrow of want pierced my inner core I bowed in union, riding its shaft I slid into euphoria with a gentle lift And all this was a preamble the body of its story has yet to come.