Ask yourself what is it about flesh?

New flesh, different flesh, unexplored flesh

Different body but God is in the detail

The imperfections that make it perfect

Hold your gaze, look closer, closer yet

Examine it minutely, gaze at the detail

Watch the goose flesh rise as your breath caresses it

Imagine the reactions you instil on/in the yet undiscovered

New curves, colour, moles, scars, freckles,

New caresses, sensations, touches, embraces, strokes

Every inch to be explored with fingers, hand, lips, tongue

Rising chest, twitching thighs, clenching muscles

In each exploration different contours, different scents, different tastes

Searching for those zones unique that spark nerves and desires

Ardour rising in me, lust growing in them

Moving centres ever closer to each other

Odd reactions in new places, to be caressed, to be pinched, to be licked

Damp scents arising, the aromas of desire needing to be fulfilled

Each motion heading towards a mutual goal, an itch that has to be scratched

Rock hard meeting hot wetness

All nerves and synapses united as two become one

The centres cannot hold and all is gone except the moment, the here, the now

Orgasm begets orgasm, organisms become organs

Reality falls away and the universe is life in its simplest, purest form.