It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
My mind’s eye, creates the vision.
My soul’s longing, embraces the vision.
My dream state, places me in the vision.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
The air is crisp, we are out for a jog.
Tight shorts, cradle and hug your most incredible form.
Each heel strike, causes your perfectly shaped muscles to flex taut.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
For three miles, I have paced myself slightly behind.
For three miles, I have endured intense arousal.
For three miles, I have only thought of you.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Into the house, I follow.
To face me, I turn you.
Deeply, I kiss you.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
You tell me, “I need to shower.”
I tell you, “No.”
I want you now, as you are.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Your shirt, I pull off.
Beaded sweat, shimmers within your cleavage.
My tongue, samples as your sports bra fights to hold.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Much time, I spend here.
You ask me, “Do you like my tits?”
Nestled between, a muffled, “Yes.”
Away, you push me.
Together, you push bosom.
Their perfection, we both admire.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Contain myself any longer, I can’t
From your body, I rip your shorts.
As the fabric moves, sweat shines and streaks.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Both inside and out, wetness greets my hand.
To tell where your inner moisture begins, is not possible.
Insert a finger, I do.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
My head, I lower.
Perfuse perspiration, increases pheromone proliferation.
More powerful than ever, your scent controls me.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Once again, you push me away.
Onto your hands and knees, you position yourself.
Now before me, is the greatest of all time.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
To my knees, I drop
At the goddess, I worship.
Sweat from your cheeks, my lips absorb.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Along the crack, moves my tongue.
From the top, lower it journeys.
Your opening, that is my destination.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
You tell me, “I have never had this done.”
I tell you, “I have never done this.”
With no hesitation, I plunge my tongue.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Loudly, you scream.
Faster, I move.
A part of you never touched, my mouth completely covers.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Back and forth, your body moves.
With great effort, I keep pace and motion.
Never, does my mouth lose contact.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Your moans, become screams.
Intensifying, is my action.
My hand, finds your cunt.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Contact with your clit, my fingers make.
In small circular motions, I move them
Moisture, from within and without, drops to my palm.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Onto your back, you change position.
Kneeling, I remain.
To my goddess, I continue to show adoration.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
The aroma, from within and without, is more intense.
The scent, that of wanting passion, wafts to my nose.
My head, I lower, inhaling deeper, moving nearer.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
You shift position, legs open a bit more, encouraging me.
Your invitation, greedily, I accept.
Contact, my mouth makes – heavenly, is the taste.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
How long I am here, I don’t know.
Your hands, grasp my hair.
To your head, you pull me, deeply, you kiss me.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
To join with you, once again.
To love you, with my very soul.
Your body commands, “Fuck me,” your voice asks, “Love me?”
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Within the confines of you, we are again one.
Space between us, does not exist.
The years that have lapsed, are no longer.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Passion, intersects with want.
Desire, joins with emotion.
Lust and love unite, they have no division.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
My passion, for you, has never waned.
My desire, for you, has never ceased.
My lust, for you, has never weakened.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
As if I am the only one to have existed, you make me feel.
As if no time is as important as this, you make me believe.
Others you have had, but now, I am blessed, you have chosen me.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
Together, we achieve climax.
Together, we profess our love.
Together, again we are – forever and never.
It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.
I hit the gym two, sometimes three, times a day. I was having more time because there were some other physical changes with which the customers of my night job weren’t too pleased. A hoarse, raspy tone replaced my soft voice. Acne dotted my once smooth skin. Also, down below, my clit was blossoming a bit bigger. I told myself, these side effects, were only temporary. Besides, these few, supposed negatives, were nothing compared to the physical gains. At the end of the cycle, my muscles were larger than ever. Two weeks off the juice, combined with extreme dieting, left my muscles flat but oh so defined. The flatness was remedied with thirty-six hours of carbing up. I walked on the stage, and there was very little doubt as to who was going to be the winner.
