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hydrocarbon
by Benjamin Elijah Griffin
You will reach out and touch the black vinyl. You will think of the sexiness of the human form when it looks as if it is rendered in liquid obsidian. You will savior sensations of gels and goos through a latex barrier. The ribs will remind you of grooves pressed into 120 gram 30 centimeter discs twirling around high nickel chrome shaft at rate of .1045 linear meters per second at the outer rim.
The vinyl you will touch will not match your memories of the discs. It will be a thin coating of gloss and color over soft flesh that will quiver to rhythm of hips pounding together. You bite the plastic knowing how the skin beneath shall pinken but you will be blind to it. You will lick the unfeeling skin knowing that erogenous zones underneath will react to the pressure. You will hold tight to the black bag -- so perfectly enclosing a body -- knowing the consciousness inside will feel the love. You will notice the hardnesses below the surface and know which are bones, which are YKK zippers, which are wrought metal ornaments, and which are nylon plates moulding and exaggerating the so pliable human shape.
You will find you know how to fuck, to feel, to flagellate, to flaunt, to fleece, to feed, to flood, to force, to free, to fetter, to fondle, to fathom, to forge, to fill, to fornicate, to froth the enfilmed flesh.
White enameled teeth will test your nerves, tease your skin, torment your flesh. Gloved fingers will massage, squeeze, hold, and enchant you. Pressure will be applied in appreciated manners to your willing body. You will remain only vaguely conscious of the sweat, the lubricants, the ejaculations, the saliva trapped inside of and outside of the various plastics as your focus turns to the broad pleasures of the interactions between hand and foot, breast and buttock, thigh and neck, labium and tongue, cheek and glans, earlobe and shin, navel and forearm, lip and scrotum, finger and clitoris, toe and nipple.
You will rest and in that lethargy you will study your senses passively. You will catch faint smells of sex and sweat and plastic. You will hear breathing and the squeaking of plastic stretched. You will see the effects on tight vinyl of the diaphragm operating the lungs. You will hear plastic glide against plastic as a body relaxes. You will see body parts lose the formality of an aroused state. You will feel the flow of liquids under your slight movements. You will notice the heat of your blood and sweet ache of your muscles.
You will lie there in bliss. You will lie there in love. You will lie there in warmth. You and I will lie there in unity.
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