still need an ending
Four beautiful souls from Tokyo made love at the same time. This love making was sensual even though each participant remained fully clothed. Not a single word was spoken... nobody said "your so hot baby" or insincerely commanded "you like that". Not one of the four even breathed heavy, moaned or excreted a drop of sweat. The only sexual hint was the word "FUCK" written on a tee shirt, as if to add a bit of vulgarity to the beauty. When viewed from above, these four-as-one made a Y formation, two males, one female and then another male. This was something new and revolutionary, not a Shinto ceremony or an American 70's style swinger’s party. There was no kissing, touching or movement from each of their central positions. The sound waves created by their pumping hearts had the same amplitude, frequency and velocity. The abnormally lound heart rhythm was audible from a distance of 30 meters in any direction. Boom-boom... boom-boom... boom-boom. They had successfully pleased each other simultaneously and it was necessary that all of the participants were present. Four became one. Movements were in unison like a large school of fish or a flock of swift birds. Arms moved legs. Eyes met simultaneously. Hips swayed in the same directions at the same time. Hair flayed to the heart beat. Lips blew amplified air on fingers and toes... or maybe it was the other way around...? One moved and the others reacted instantaneously. They were communicating in an unknown way... perhaps telepathically. Strings and skins vibrated violently and sound waves penetrated through all.
An outsider moved closer when he heard the heart beat. He had a false sense of security and these movements and sounds (the only initially noticeable activity) were at first curious and luring. All at once, the serotonin shifted and the chemical balance in his damaged brain seesawed. Pores opened and a flood of memories disguised as salty liquid filled his previously sand dry eyes. Never letting the well overflow, the group of four turned to five. The open part of the top of the Y closed. In that instant, the outsider experienced emotional extremes. love. loneliness. joy. depression. His heart sang, screamed and cried. Brains experienced bioluminescence and changed color drastically, like an exotic squid that replicates almost any color in nature. The cause was primarily defensive and self-serving. He did not realize it but secondarily it was as beautiful as a Pacific sunset. After a succession of 10 tantric 10 minute buildups and 20 minute climaxes were complete, he struggled to remain standing while the original four-as-one nonchalantly floated away without a word. Staggering to the hall brought him face-to-face with the "FUCK" tee. The outsider tried to talk but a tear came out instead and the boy from Tokyo replied with an offer of a post orgasmic cigarette. The offer was accepted. Mono.
The outsider ran. He ran past his home... the blocks accumulated and turned into miles. He wondered how he could be filled with love from strangers and for the first time in his adult life, he prayed to God. He prayed to push love out of his pores like toxins from a cigarette. The emotion was too much to handle, too much to balance because he was never too good at juggling. Tying a S.O.S. note to the legs of a robotic pigeon proved unsuccessful when the pigeon just flew back with the note still attached. He held back tears and snapped the pigeon's neck. Love had spoiled like an old container of cream bought for someone who never drank coffee. The cream curdled from the withdrawal from the 5-as-1 and the memories exposed by the event. Why wouldn't anyone help him share? Invitation was in his eyes like radiation on a future melanoma and when he extended his hand to her, her eyes blinked and rolled up and to the left.
An outsider moved closer when he heard the heart beat. He had a false sense of security and these movements and sounds (the only initially noticeable activity) were at first curious and luring. All at once, the serotonin shifted and the chemical balance in his damaged brain seesawed. Pores opened and a flood of memories disguised as salty liquid filled his previously sand dry eyes. Never letting the well overflow, the group of four turned to five. The open part of the top of the Y closed. In that instant, the outsider experienced emotional extremes. love. loneliness. joy. depression. His heart sang, screamed and cried. Brains experienced bioluminescence and changed color drastically, like an exotic squid that replicates almost any color in nature. The cause was primarily defensive and self-serving. He did not realize it but secondarily it was as beautiful as a Pacific sunset. After a succession of 10 tantric 10 minute buildups and 20 minute climaxes were complete, he struggled to remain standing while the original four-as-one nonchalantly floated away without a word. Staggering to the hall brought him face-to-face with the "FUCK" tee. The outsider tried to talk but a tear came out instead and the boy from Tokyo replied with an offer of a post orgasmic cigarette. The offer was accepted. Mono.
The outsider ran. He ran past his home... the blocks accumulated and turned into miles. He wondered how he could be filled with love from strangers and for the first time in his adult life, he prayed to God. He prayed to push love out of his pores like toxins from a cigarette. The emotion was too much to handle, too much to balance because he was never too good at juggling. Tying a S.O.S. note to the legs of a robotic pigeon proved unsuccessful when the pigeon just flew back with the note still attached. He held back tears and snapped the pigeon's neck. Love had spoiled like an old container of cream bought for someone who never drank coffee. The cream curdled from the withdrawal from the 5-as-1 and the memories exposed by the event. Why wouldn't anyone help him share? Invitation was in his eyes like radiation on a future melanoma and when he extended his hand to her, her eyes blinked and rolled up and to the left.
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