CARESSING
I love to caress your sweet, sexy body...with my eyes. Especially your thighs...
Oh, so many men thirst to touch and grope and manipulate the flesh with their fingers, hands, tongues, but there are amongst the Great Lovers, those who can make love with simply their eyes.
And that is what to do with you, my Love...to Eye Mate with you...to entwine you in the pupils of my eyes so that our nakedness can swim in pools of erotic visions that survive the millenniums.
What is the mind, my Love, but a photograph, a moving picture of both things past and future dreams and desires. And the most powerful engine of the mind is the imagination, the wishful thinking, the fantasy of what can be were all conventions stripped, and guilt and shame banished so that the pure sybaritic pleasure of two erotic souls mating could survive unencumbered by mores and morals of others who, standing in judgment, thrive on casting stones.
Imagine the freedom of our nakedness in your mind, stripped of fabrics that hide our sensual beauty, that suggest we bear forbidden fruits beneath the cloth, or, are ashamed of that which was given to us at birth--our naked selves.
The Greeks understood. Their most beautiful art is rendered in statues that bear no clothing, offer no disguise to their pure selves. Such naked statues are reminders that our true erotic nature is that of total nakedness, a magnet for the eye to consume every curve and angle of sumptuous feastable flesh.
My eyes slowly traverse the nakedness of your calf resting on silken sheets. My throbbing gaze slides seductively up to your knee and then down the sweet slope of your thighs. I notice them quivering slightly, imperceptibly opening and closing, sensitive to the heat of my stare, yearning to be stroked by my eyelashes, hungry to feel the tip of my nose gliding up toward the Y of your essence, inviting my mouth and tongue to explore the secrets of your sexual self.
But I resist any physical touching. It is my eyes that are thirsty to drink in every sensual pore, to explore the crevices of hidden passions, to tease and tantalize you, to bring you the peak of Ecstasy and then down again and up and down so that your body writhes on the silken sheets in utter expectations of what is yet to come...
I will write more, later, my darling....but for the moment...feel my eyes caressing your thighs...and pretend they are my lips...
Forever Yours,
Cyrano!
Anderson-McKenzie
