Lovers of the Same Name

Here we are again my friend. You are sitting there in that chair of yours, powerful; you know the big overstuffed old black one with the gold buttons running up and down the arms? You sit there, motionless, staring at me with those big blue eyes. Last time, the thoughts and the intentions were clear, but the actions were not taken out of fear. This time, they are clear, but I know that today, they will happen.

I see your face, your big lips and your blond hair. I feel the connection that I always feel. There is a thin golden thread running from my mind to yours, drawing us nearer and nearer. Today, I take hold of that strand. It leads me to stand with my shins pressed against your sitting knee caps.

You take hold of my hands. They are shaking. You smile. You have this weird smile that kind of makes your lips thin out and your face wrinkle, but I’ve loved it since I was little.

I look at you, and our eyes stick together like glue and I suddenly remember the first time you ever touched me. It was funny the way it happened, you, teaching me how to see differently, and I, a willing listener. You didn’t touch me to touch me. You touched me to make me see that I was different too.

And now I stand in front of you, longing to be touched again. I want to know what you think of me after all of these years. You still hold my hand as I lean in to kiss you. My lips touching yours, is what I have dreamed of every night since childhood. It is better than the dreams.

Your soft stubble of your chin and cheeks makes me quiver with excitement. I release your hands as I climb into your lap within the great big armchair. I cannot control my body as my mind reels and I start to feel my heart accelerate and my vaginal muscles contract.

You do not speak, but take hold on the back of my head, gently cradling my gleaming scarlet locks and bringing me nearer to your lips again. I see in your eyes the look I have been craving: total, complete, ferocious-desire. But you have the control I do not. You gently push your lips onto my burning mouth, and part mine with your tongue. It is like opening a window into a cool spring day, in a stifling attic that’s been boarded up for centuries.

I crave you like you crave me. I need you like you need me. But our boiling blood mirrors each others. The same genes, the same love, the same fiery desire. We fear what laws men put in place to govern our pathetic inclinations towards chaos and anarchy and defect. But we do not choose to abide by laws man-made. The laws we abide by are both much more base and carnal and yet much higher than bodily wantonness, it is superhuman.

You speak through your eyes, through your lips, thorough your thoughts. I know what you are saying though nothing more than practiced controlled breathing escape from your lips.
I am ready. As you wrap your arms around my trembling body and stand up, I wrap my legs around your black-jean clad waist. You carry me to the bed in the corner and lay me down. I can hardly breathe. The thought of you within me, penetrating my soul, makes me want to scream and shatter every other thought on the planet. You are standing over me, judging the situation and I wonder if you will change your mind about this. My bones, your bones, they are of the same lineage, descending back to some poor man’s rib. My eyes, your eyes, they are of the same sight. And now we want to join in a way that will bring our connections to a boiling point. And it happens tonight.

I know the words before you speak them, and I feel you speak them into my hair as you lay yourself on top of my eager body. I smile wildly and yet I being to calm, knowing that we will be one tonight.

On you I smell cinnamon and clove and I bury my lips in your neck as you do to me. I cannot bear the tickling on my neck that you inflict on me. I feel the stickiness between my legs and I cannot help but whimper in response.

I run my tongue against your ear lobe and you moan from deep in your belly and I know that you’ve longed for me to touch you this way more than you’ve shown. I feel you slowly harden within your jeans and I feel the pressure it puts on my thigh. I am nervous to reach down and take your hard love out and into the open, fearing that you will disappear like the waking from a dream, as soon as I actually have you. But I want you and I can hear you straining to keep sanity.

I pull off your green tee-shirt and I expose more skin for me to love. I stare at the flesh that I have wanted to touch and love for years. But I quickly undo the shiny silver button, and slide your metal zipper down, cursing the manmade confinements, so out of place at a time like this. Removing your jeans and shorts, I see the object that has taunted me from a distance since I was so little. I burn with desire now and I cannot wait to taste you.

But you grab the edge of my dress and lift it up over my head revealing a fresh body, free of underclothes, wet with yearning and desire, and trembling slightly under the touch of a man of the same blood.

I am lying down again and you cannot help but smile at me. I am so cute underneath you, and I wear you like a blanket.

You tickle my heart.

My mind is in overdrive, spitting out colors of reds and creamy pinks. I spread my legs to you and you reach down with your large hand and spread my wings enough to slide in one calloused finger. My eyes roll to the back of my head and you chuckle as you view hoe much I want you. You push that solitary finger further inside me, past the knuckle until you cannot reach any further, and you tickle inside me, making me release a wail of total bliss. Again you smile and whisper in my ear these words that make my heart sing louder than a mourning dove.
But you can only take so much as you pull out one drenched finger. Your throbbing member is bouncing around, swelling more and more as each moment passes. But my courage is here, my inhibitions and fears about you gone.

I sit up again, and lower my head into your waiting lap. Your manhood, thicker than long, stares me in the face. I lick my lips and drop to its tip and envelop your head within my soft pouty mouth. I glide my mouth down your shaft all the while hearing panting noises I had never heard emitted by anyone else before. I take all of you, your cock head banging the back of my throat, and my lips kissing the base of your penis. You smell musky and your hair is soft on my cheek. As I slide back up, stopping to tongue and suck and generally explore you, you tell me to stop. I release you and look up at you. A smile still remains and I realize that I need not panic.

You gently push me onto my back again and I know that we are getting close to the moment when we will unify. I spread my legs again and your member brushes against my tanned and freckled thigh. I gasp and beg you for more. You arrange yourself properly and bury yourself into my opening, making me scream with passion immediately upon contact. You kiss my shoulder and caress my neck with kisses as you push every inch of yourself within my sopping hole. I am in another universe as I feel myself being filled by the man who made me who I am and filled me with the inspiration and secrets to survive. With each passing thrust I move closer to his skin and now I am so close that I can hear your heart beating.

We dance in the fire until we both cannot remain human and we morph into alternate beings, simply loving and touching and moaning and pleasing and burning with the knowledge of our love.

But we recognize our imminent release and as my body begins to contract around your swollen member, you slip yourself out of me and with an open mouth swallow your burning muscle whole, trying to take every last drop of liquefied love that you have.

We collapse on your bed, our bodies twitching and contacting, in silence, and we bask in the understood knowledge of our most perfect moment of unity. And at the same blessed moment, we whisper those three words as we fall into heavenly slumber.