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musical answer....... Rhythms of Physical Love ladytopleaseyou Muse! Dear Muse! Tell me how this delightful magic mystery of passions’ exquisite sexual ecstasy arises through esoteric wizardry growing stronger through enticing sights, allures of unveiled skin and the vulnerable exposures in testing trial disclosures that daring hurts’ vast dangers let show soft, fragile, and yet warming rising feelings. Turning fluid it drifts dizzy in wildly looping spirals. Visions come in succeeding dreams through warming placid pools of gentle touching rhythms. In this slow wicked spell of idleness minds wander to pursue the ways and words and reasons that enliven, and embolden the rhythms of kindling lusts. Thus as contentment turns to delectation, and wanton wishes to arousal pressing bodies, throb most eager, all movement, moment and variation, ready to pursue their needs’ to satisfaction. Fired by rising heat of increasing pleasure, stirring themes bugle trumpet calls to urgency. Cymbals clash in piercing howls of smashing brass pushing back out soft slow melodies. Body parts engorged seek to tender to their needs, through driving friction firm and relentless on to quicker surgings streams of salty tastes, and the flux, flow, and flood, of haste arousing aroma midst the mind heating sudden musky smells, that lead to the intimacy in body-rubbing ribaldry. Quicker comes the mindless vigor dragged relentless towards the falling cascade waters past grasping rocks in fever-heated gasping as wet organs joining, coupling are sliding, slipping finding, fitting. While in this so wanted fleshy clasping, heart beats are rising in reckless vigor. Blood is racing wildly rushing. Minds turned needy-brutish moan wolfish, as in ruthless nudest crudity two are joined, united by most feral want in the body crushing physicality of corporeal love? Muse! Wanton willing Muse! Tell me now! How do a man and a woman, two so very different creatures, so intrigue, inveigle, and invite to so closely mix and mingle, to touch, enjoy and tingle to yield that magic music of the spheres? Muse! Oh my wild and wicked Muse! Tell me now! How does a breathless woman and a panting man, by taking such strange positions, apparently so very ridiculous, and lewdly doing strenuous pulsing bouncing motions at beats and cadences so robust and vigorous, so smoothly slickly slippery and wantonly lubricious can engender feelings so salaciously delicious and ecstasies so glorious. I know that there are rigid thuds thumping, striving, pounding driving hard, moving long, clashing, in their dissonance. There is softer flesh in undulating agitation. Parts bob bouncing to each buffet, fluttering, heaving, jerking, jouncing in thrilling oscillation. Parts palpitate, pulse and quake, in quaver-quiver. Parts shake, tremble-twitch, and shiver to the vibrating trill of throbbing song. There are intermingling of complex poly-rhythms, balancing with simpler beats, mixtures of delicate exotic spices and far cruder, rawer meats. A dance of jouncing symphony flowing ripple-writhes in heated harmony I know that there is complexity and counter point betwixt avid acceleration and slow exhilarating dexterity, a dance of many harmonies. There is a raging nature set to furious gallop: the steady noisy thudding drum of roiling raging lust, wolf-harried mustang herds, flights of frantic kicking, of fighting, biting horses, trampling wild prairie. Sweat drips from urgent bodies wetting muscles that are driving, strong legs across the land, rushing on to glimpse the glory of the winning of this race. Hoof beats on hardened earth rattle in crescendo raising clouds fragrant with odors of crushed, dried powdered forb’s and the musks of aromatic desert dusts. There is the soft prologue of seductive sweeping lyricism as the gentle, almost weeping, lilt of a warbling harmonious<b> flute. </font></b>Melodies in green forest meadows, all tart little wood strawberries dipped in thick delicious cream, are playing sweet and tender bucolic memories of caring and of love. There is the harsh tattoo beat of jungle rhythms surging fast, heart throbbing strong and rising. A man wanting needing seeking to find eternity in the glory of the sudden spurting crash. There is the woman call slowly rising reaching higher, the tides of life within her sing of incoming surging seas, enormous waves wash beaches and then stilling with abating waters. Yet when these disparate rhythms mix, rough with smooth, fast with slow, why do they not clash? Instead, somehow they join to give long lasting heavens an eternal paradise, of mutual ecstasy and glory. Muse! Oh! Sweet dancing Muse! Tell me now the words and the cadences that offer poetic mastery of this secret mystery! Muse! Oh ardent Muse! Tell me now how this music plays euphoric, on our heated emotions in harmony, not dissonance, and why and where and how? Muse! My Muse! Tell me now the hidden wizard magic, of this rhythmic music interplay. How does it bring on sweet love from lust’s most coarse display and why and where and how? Naked, muscled and erect, diving glorious in the carnal crudity of his reckless masculinity, he takes flight from rough cliff heights floating weightless on air’s thin fluidity and drops to join with surging woman sea.      |
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