Sploosh.

I currently dig through my backlog of original Erotica as I augment my blog, and I stumbled upon some gems from 2015 that made me Think About You.

Swish.

Swoosh.

Splish.

Splash.

Sploosh.

That is how I envision the experience of You taking my hand once we'll be Together Together, and Claiming Me As Your Very Own. Premeditated about at length on your part, and yet also unscripted and spontaneous in your own singular way.

Feral Me taken along and claimed by You My Dearest Maria. This whisp of Something, this Swishy-Swoosh is coming for which I've not yet found the words. You'll tug gently on my wrist and with gaze beckon me to follow in your wake. I'll look into your eyes but I will have no words of my own, neither Word nor Emotion. Only this Swishy-Swoosh Sploosh, this swirl whorly whirl of Emotions that You'll send my way; won't sink-in right away but I will follow quietly in your wake. Let myself be warmed up gently, softly, quietly, Guardian Protector Zhuh under your wing.

Won't sink in right away but it will soon enough, and I am sure that I'll shed some tears by myself as a slow gentle deep release to suit what has thus been received.

That will be a good day.

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