The Imagination’s Feast

The progression of sex is a fascinating thing, isn’t it?    It begins with conversation – small talk, if  you will.  The weather, sports, politics, culture.  Then, a discovery of mutual interest, similarity – a connection sparks.  There is an almost visible feeling of relief.  Maybe this will be great. Maybe there will be memories made to feast on.

The intangible spark catalyzes the caress and then more…something wonderful..

A feast for the imagination.

Music mood:  “Immigrant song” Led Zeppelin

Neurally yours,

amuse bouche xo


I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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