Wet Dreams and Space Travel by Rebel Jones

I entered her universe through the inviting gates of her valley I thought I saw stars Instead I saw sparks Of divinity Not a sexual experience But something far more deep A touch from her fingers Outlines the stories of my soul And it's history as she points to the stars As she whispers gently " I know who you really are." I enter her deep, So deep that I read what she wants and she needs As I release all of me Into she. Her quivering knees Shake against me I've gone as far as she needs me and thus far has convinced me, The magic between us is more than just dreams, This river of sensations this overwhelming Temptation Her succulent mounds Silhouetted in moonlit windows Crave my lips to kiss those Softly caressed, with eager thrusts and moans, We float through nights In fluent movement, and wet gliding bodies on waves of ecstasy. We become one physically Psychologically, and sexually. Intensity like planets collide as we connect between thighs Hearts and minds, Orgasmic, galactic, No longer skin to skin Penetration, our souls describe heavenly Skies as our sex Allows us to leave this material reality. I taste you as you shake and shiver You take me as you quake and quiver, This experience will be more then a missed memory, But a change in the universal Frequency. ©rebelpjones