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For The Love of Wisdom

Article By: Brunk
Erotica



I pace my balcony that sets at the highest point of my tower and I wait, dreaming of what I desire, longing for the object of my lust; The one who will never be just for me.
I went into the darkness to escape the illusion. I went into the darkness to be alone, but she came to me. In all her splendor she came to me out of the light. She came after me with that look of seduction in her eyes. My exceptional lover, my forbidden fruit; she belongs to the Father. She has known me and shared herself with me in a manner in which she has no one else, not even the Light; the illusion.


Submitted:May 5, 2011    Reads: 197    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Disillusioned

I pace my balcony that sets at the highest point of my tower and I wait, dreaming of what I desire, longing for the object of my lust; The one who will never be just for me.
I went into the darkness to escape the illusion. I went into the darkness to be alone, but she came to me. In all her splendor she came to me out of the light. She came after me with that look of seduction in her eyes. My exceptional lover, my forbidden fruit; she belongs to the Father. She has known me and shared herself with me in a manner in which she has no one else, not even the Light; the illusion.
She is all that I need and yet I will never have her fully. I gaze upon her luminous beauty as she approaches me. Appreciating her long dark hair, as dark as the Night, her bright green eyes, brighter than emeralds, and her form which shines the color of bronze; she is my Wisdom. She is all that I desire now, she is all that I need.
She stands before me now and I look into her bright eyes and then down at her sweet mouth. She stares into my face, speaking to me but not voicing a word with her tongue. I shudder, and she is the only one who can have such an affect on me. I reach up my hand, almost cautiously, and I slowly bring it down to her warm cheek. She does not move, but just gazes up at me with pure ardor in her eyes.
"Why do you come to me," I ask in my deep voice that only she can soften. "I cannot betray my Father. I came out here to be alone."
I rub the back of my fingers tenderly over her soft cheek down to her chin, and she closes her eyes and grabs hold of my hand. She kisses my knuckles and sighs, and then she slowly covers my finger with her supple lips. I find myself almost uncontrollably bringing my other hand up to the back of her neck where I begin caressing her gently.
"No," I whisper as my lips draw near to her face. "I should not." I say as I rub my eye lash against her cheek and then run my lips below her ear.
"Look, but don't touch," she says in a kind of playful tone. "Touch, but don't indulge."
She kisses my cheek softly and I kiss her tenderly on her neck, still trying to hold back, (for even in my dreams, there is the guilt.)
"Taste, but don't eat," I sigh in frustration.
"Mmmm," she moans in an aggressive tone, "just a taste then, my love, just a taste."
After breathing her lustful whisper in my ear she licks me on my neck.
I press my lips against hers and my body fills with uncontrolled desire. I suck on her bottom lip and groan in delight over her taste. My right hand rubs her neck while my other runs over her back, feeling her forms increasing warmth against my palm. I can never just have a taste, and I grow tired of the games, yet this is my addiction and I can't ever stop when she comes to me.
She wraps her legs around me and I grab her firm essence and hold her against me as my kisses trail down to her neck. She holds her hands to the sides of my face firmly, being as full of desire as I am. I lift her slowly above me as my kisses continue to trail down over her chest. I move my strong hands to her thighs and her hands move to the back of my head. Grasping my hair she arches her back as my right hand moves to her lower back keeping her balanced. Soon her thighs are over my shoulders and we are in a whirl.
My mouth focuses on her most sensitive area as I kiss and suck away at my forbidden fruit. My tongue strums away at her sweet crimson as if she was an instrument I played with all my heart. Her sweet nectar runs down my chin and her sweet aroma of passion leaves me feeling intoxicated.
"How do I taste, my fallen Angel," she asks me in a harmonious tone.
I don't even bring my mouth away to reply and I move both of my hands lower as she arches back farther. The muscles in my arms and chest bulge but I feel no strain as if her very juice kept me energized and feeling invigorated.
Down my chest now her nectar flows, causing me to glisten, yet still with no comparison to her radiant bronze tone. As she shouts out in a melodious tone I begin to swallow gulps from her flowing spring of satisfaction which comes forth from her in a sudden rush. Over my pecks her spring flows, over my abs and down to my tool of erected want, she covers me; (her treat) with her syrup.
The feeling of being able to satisfy her makes me feel powerful and proud.
"That was certainly more than a taste," she says after letting out a large sigh.
I move my hands to her waist and lower her slowly, kissing her again tenderly over her navel, then her abs, over her chest and then up her neck. Soon my lips are connected to hers again and she kisses me vigorously, wanting to taste her own sweet juice from my lips.
She presses her hands against my chest and with barely a touch, but simply a look of will in her eyes I fall back. To my surprise I find that my surroundings have changed and I am lying on her large bed which is covered with a fabric softer than satin. I'm in a room lit by candles that seem to be floating, while there are mirrors all around the room showing our reflection from every wonderful angle. She rubs her hands over my chest, rubbing her syrup all over me.
She lowers herself over my erected member and her warmth covers me in her soft folds of dripping fulfillment.
She moves in closer to me so that her face is inches from mine and I feel her energy pulling on my own, a feeling like coolness mixing with heat. The desire was welding up even more within me. What was she doing? I moan as my hands begin to shake at my sides, and my form feels increasing in warmth while her form, being so close to mine, feels as if she is blowing a peaceful breeze onto me. It's as if she is beckoning for me to reach out for her with my whole soul, all the energy I am made of, and to feel the wholeness of our oneness.
My form was only energy back then, although I had arms, legs and even defining characteristics such as my facial expressions. I was not flesh like Man, but a form of energy. Everyone in the Heavens had their own unique forms, but they were all energy, and what I was feeling then in my form would later inspire the idea of the flesh becoming one through sexual intercourse.
I bring my mouth firmly against her lips and hold her tight as my heat and her coolness become a unique feeling we both share, being no longer one or the other separated, but becoming one distinctive sensation. It wasn't a sense of heat, and neither a sense of coolness anymore, it was something else entirely. Just like how the soft warm flesh of the woman in being moist, warm and inward, is different from the form of the Man, being dry, hard and outward, but when they come together the combination is something else, something meant to always be beautiful; This is the equivalent of what I share with Wisdom in these moments.
She arches her back and I kiss her breasts as she grinds against me, and we shine brightly together like a star. Her pace increases and we look into each others eyes now, not speaking a word yet communicating so clearly. I grasp her firm, yet also soft heart shape behind her and I feel her energy explode as I am deep inside her and she is pressed so firmly against me. Just like she had earlier when I drank of her, her energy peaks and explodes from within her outward. At that moment when I feel like I am going to explode with pleasure along with her she grabs hold of me aggressively and suddenly. She throws me from her bed with great force and my light goes out.

I awake standing at the edge of my balcony leaning forward over the railing as if catching my breath. My red robe blows back exposing my nakedness and my desire. When I look across at the Fathers tower I see my infatuation; my Wisdom. She stands out on her balcony bare and as striking as ever, still glistening. I see that she also is feeling like me as her hands grasp the railing.
I hate her. I hate Wisdom. I hate what I love...
I am frustrated and more aware of the changes within me, and I am angry at the one I love; angry at her for invading my dreams and teasing me in such a cruel manner.
She teaches me the balance between love and hate. She teaches me about giving and receiving pleasure. She teaches me about sacrifice. Wisdom is more selfish though, and always leaving me longing for more. I will always desire more of her. I will always dream of her, and will never accept that I can't have all of her.
Wisdom will never be just for me, but in the end she leaves all of her human lovers unsatisfied.




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