PETITE FRIDAY LOVE: BUTTERFLY WINGS

He knew she was not the kind of flower that opened up easily. However, this was not a big secret. Foreplay was intellectual volley, she was just so damn curious and eager. He was a man with a razor sharp mind and sense of business. Indeed, people that was so disarmingly charming with the humility and integrity to match.

Just Lay Back and Open Up.

As a woman who loved sex, to conjure passion was never difficult. Sex, in her mind, like great conversation and intellectual prowess, was an art. It is easy enough to pain with broad, vivid strokes but what makes it unique, are all the smaller details, that often go unnoticed.

And so he brought a palette of brushes with which to sweep her body and mind.

There between her thighs, he began his masterpiece. The strokes varied in pressure, but she found his lighter strokes opened her up in a way that rarely happens. The rediscovery of intimacy from warm flesh and the pure desire that unfolds. She felt it all and communicated by lifted her hips deeper into his mouth. In a minute or two or maybe :30…yet time is of no consequence here.

Then, like the wings of a butterfly dancing on a flower in the spirit of creation, she opened up and his masterpiece was complete.