010 "Bound In A Nutshell" by Abraxas 2009-12-24
It comes to be that I know not where I am.
I step into the water. Alone, I feel adrift through time and space. I forget the difference between real and imagined and, at length, am content to be fooled into oblivion.
I catch Sokka.
The Indian blesses me with a gift as his skins tumble onto the ground. The sight of his dusky, cut features stir fires within my soul. I watch as he wades into the water with the grace of a girl - an intimate juxtaposition of male and female.
We gaze face to face. Above, the spring-time sky is gray. Below, the trees are sprinkled with green. Smoky, distant mountains reflect onto the water's surface. Caught by that mirror we are trapped between two worlds.
Sokka lathers my face - neck - chest - and onto other, deeper regions. I shudder as if struck by a bolt of lightning when his hands cup and his fingers squeeze. I suck onto his lip and look into his eyes suddenly aware of their sweet azure wetness - the reflection of the water.
He strokes my excitement while I grasp his cheeks beneath the waves. My hands wander along his back with a frenzy of rubbing and groping. With a gasp I submit my body to the vulnerable surges of pleasure that follow. Stirring. Urging. Aching. I expose myself completely as my will melts into a fury of spasm - like the steps of a ceremony entirely and uniquely my own.
He ups the rhythm and my body replies as if it were the beat of a drum. I am lost to uncontrollable and exaggerated movement. We circle each other in the middle of the stream - then, at last, we kiss and the dance ends.
I rest at the shore - exhausted - my grip wet.
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