Belly button Quote by Luccini Shurod

““PRURIENT TOUCH Every part of her begins to tremble and shake as I apply myself to her lower body. My lips gently rock back and forth from below her waist towards her neck, stopping at everything that there is for me to take notice of as if time is meaningless. Time with her is all that is precious, relishing each and every destination on her womanly map in the same way that a bee is attracted to each flower. The very touch of her body exists as the center to my own existence. I worship her and fuel her as she does me. She being here in the way that I need her and me being here in the way that she needs me, our hands and arms move cuffed to one another in a slow dance that becomes prurient in this serene bliss that we do both create. I count each breath as if each breath were a person of understanding and reasoning. She is the sun that rises and sets. She is the mortar that seals my gaping wounds. Now drawing four fingers down the sides of her stomach my hands create a kind of invisible wave that sounds beneath her skin. Molding her torso every which way as if it were clay for me to experiment I study the lines of her iridescent form flowing in a rhythmic beauty that fascinates me into this fixation. My finger circles around the rim of her belly button as if to enjoy the sounds that might come from a crystal glass. Her every touch absorbs my ability to discern thought as I become rested in this feeling of absolute ecstasy. Life without her I know would indefinitely destroy me, having already solemnly delivered my spirit to this angel that comes down to be with me.””

— Luccini Shurod