Cody

Posted Saturday, April 27, 2024

1mo

ISFP

Libra

What Erotic Literature would read like if it was written by science geeks.

"Outward my molecules resonate", he spoke, approaching limbs outward to you in an explusion of pheremones as he initiates the embrace of procreation. Neurons flow through as the bodily response begins and your heart rate increaes. The atmosphere begins to churn as the columonimbus swell, indicating the possibility of scattered showers or perhaps heavy rainfall. The crack of thunder echos in syncronicity with the movements of the bones, like the tides shifting and fluctuating with the moon's position. The sudden heat generated by the movements triggers your cooling response as salts, elecrolites and minerals rush over your skin, but the humidity is far to great for the expulsion to evaporate. You cry out in response as the chemical processes take place, the moisture accumulating across your surfacemost membrane. Everything is a blur as is gives way. Like a house painter working a rolling brush, the moment overtakes you as the interior wall is primed in repitition by friction similar to that which would be akin to the buckling, release of pressure and sliding of the tectonic plates.