I dream of the women with bellies, and asses they think are too big. I dream of their tits deemed saggy, but whose nipples respond nonetheless, to a pull or a tug or the fervent suckle from this grizzled and hungry lover.
The timid end the game too soon. To let the buzzer sound on joy itself. But the fierce and ardent lovers seek eternity with every play and drive. To seek the timeless in the loins’ fusion.