Slowly, slowly, fingers caress over my skin, pleasurable heights slowly spiraling within
my core.
It's a slow storm, starting calm, unnecessary calm to ease my frazzled yet empty mind.
Faster, faster, my body becomes rigid, tense, the waves rising and making their way to the
shore, caresses like a slow dance, breathing quick as the hurricane of arousal.
It's not too long before the waves crash onto shore, wave after wave.
There is nothing but fuzzy, happy, drunk bliss, my breathing still trying to slow itself,
my body weak and powerless, at least for now.
Of course, this is only temporary, for once my breathing slows and my mind comes too from
its orgasm happy state.
It will be my mind weak and powerless, my body heavy as lead, and the highs of orgasms
will lead me back to my very lows.
