The Point At Which You Entered - Sex Stories

The Point At Which You Entered

I try to find the point At which you entered. But, there is no line Of demarcation For where my body begins And where yours ends, No great divide To direct the flow Of water that runs so deep. Nature is unprepared for the power That swells up within And shatters the rock. For what seems to be A subtle sway, A soothing current, Forms mountains and valleys, Leaving nothing free of its Undertow. You looked into my eyes, Knowing my real name And then Whispered it across the dampness Of my skin With fingers and lips. And when I could no longer stand On my own two legs, They wrapped around you, Drawing you even closer Because where skin meets skin Is not enough for true lovers. There is no separation Of your spirit from my soul, No language For the creation of an image Of where You entered me. No mirror could justly reflect The heat of the ingress, Nor can the feel of your slow descent, That perfected stroke of progress As you stretched me open, Be captured. My body was not invaded, It was recreated. And now, We are not simply adjacent, You and I have merged, Liquefied by our own heat, Entwined and moving as one Heartbeat --Expanding and releasing Into each other Until The point at which you entered No longer exists. We lie together As one, A new life In this new world Of our own creation. *** ©AvrgBlkGrl, 2014. No part of this material may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronic, or used in any other fashion without the express prior written permission of the owner. This manuscript is specifically written for