Moons.

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Will he offer me his mouth?

Yes

Will he offer me his teeth?

Yes

Will he offer me his jaw?

Yes

Will he offer me his hunger?

Yes

Again, will he offer me his hunger?

Yes!

And will he starve without me?

Yes!

And does he love me?

Yes

Yes

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Yes

I bet you say that to all the boys!

– Meatloaf

Wolf.  Come.  You know who you are.  You know what I want.  Offer me your mouth.  Bite my lip.  Did you know I can gush at the very thought of your body on top of mine? Your cock buried deep not moving at all while your tongue is in my mouth forcing my body to arch.  The sound of your breathing arouses me like you cannot even imagine.  I love that I can feel your heartbeat.  I feel your body reacting to your own arousal.  Layer upon layer of you me us – fuck me baby.

Last night I was alone with my thoughts which led me to the memory of you me us.  There is something honest about what we do – no pretence – just this tantric feeling of oneness.  Can I write that without you taking offence? We snatch time and make the most of it.  You fill me up.  But.  You are not here.  You are not even there.  You are on the moon.

It is Zeus and I now.  I have folded a towel beneath me so I can get all wild and abandon any sense of self control.  I can scream your name.  I can gush all over myself.  I am so aroused right now that I am going to have to let Zeus do all the work while I record my orgasm for you.  You know who you are.