The following is a confession..a mistress I dream about. My heartfelt apologies to Aditi.
I remove your covers and hold you in my arms and run my fingers on your body...
Feel you respond to the every touch of my fingers, my caress. I want to look inside you, see the world as you see it...
I want you to be the one that I create my art with...
Every time I touch you after a long time, I know you shiver a little inside, and then there is the warm afterglow, a glow in which I bask...
But before I can converse with you I need to give to you the tube with the eye, which your anterior gladly accepts...
You obey me, and open yourself as much as I demand; and you go on for as long as I need you to go on...
You are never too sensitive, or never too little; and you remember all that I do to you...
Thus begins the creation of a sweet, sweet symphony and your musky scent, sanitized and pure fills my nostrils and I feel you wrapped around my neck...
Once we are done, I gently cradle you in my hands and place you on the soft cushions...until our next encounter...
You have many talents, and only you can make your rear move the way it can... Sigh !
You are a femme fatale, a vixen, mysterious, skilled... so powerful and let you allow me to tame you...
You are elusive, you make me work hard and wait long to get you..
You are... the coveted single digit...
(and Canon is just too evil to mess up the specs on 60D as badly as they have)
