Macular Degeneration - a love story

Macular Degeneration ~ a love story Slowly thickening fog, the veil obscures sight. Camera iris closing, field of vision ever smaller, darkness becomes my way of life. While I can still distinguish light from dark - night from day - I strive to experience the full optical potential Soon enough my memories will have to suffice as I grope my way through space and waken other senses to the task. The final sunset - the most beautiful sight - will stay in my mind's eye until my dying day. My lover's gentle smile I carefully store away, and glory in the sense of touch. Skin on skin - fingers exploring your exquisite form - creating a mental image - a delicious sculpture. You do not seem to mind my touch. You giggle as my roving fingers locate a ticklish spot. I tease you with my caress and I feel your form tense and heave with passion. Now I, too, am aroused and determined to continue with my willing partner. My lips find yours in a deep kiss and then travel their way softly down your cheek and neck. Your shoulders, smooth and round, are their next target and my tongue revels in titillating your nipples. Breathing heavily you moan with pleasure. You tense as I kiss your navel and I can feel your eagerness and urgency. I do not torture you any longer but come directly to the point. My lips take over for my caressing fingers and my tongue tastes avidly of your love juices. Tomorrow I will return to my world of dark. Tonight I need no sight to ignite love's spark. 1-25-2002Trying out new milieux. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 06:12 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 8