She's the yin to my sexual yang

In every stroke you wish you could have her in that moment, you long for her, wish you could hold her, wish she felt every moment you felt, as though connected as one feeling, quietly absorbing. If I could kiss her beautiful cream legs, and touch her waist, If I could just feel her body, embrace her chest against mine and wrap my hands around her. If only she could love me and feel the way I do, in that moments moment, forever dreaming of you.

If I could only love you fully, in that moment, this is what I dream for, all of you. I don't want this moment to end with you, I want to feel it forever. I just want to be swallowed up inside you forever. As I feel your hips aside me in my mind, straddling me, stroking me ever deeply with your body, your beautiful cream legs, stomach, breasts, arms pressed in contrast against mine. I can feel you deep, I pull your head back kissing your neck, then your lips, entwining dancing tongues of passion. I absorb you. A rare delicasey, few men like me can get to live for, appreciate, feel and enjoy the true art and beauty of white Goddess worship, in the moment.