Quantum Honey
I come craving the color of your strange flavor on my tongue, caressing your substructures and pushing between your muons until I’m sticky sweet with your quantum syrup.
Sift your leptons through mine; elementary particles, in exhilarated flux, welcome the red blushed arousal crawling across your skin in chroma-exchange as I turn blue kissing my heat into you.
I am prompted by the irresistible convergence of your legs to a transcendent terminus, the petal-soft event horizon blushed from my touch.
Come up, sweetness, come up;
I’m going down.
Sliding quark on quark — Up, down, up — Licking honey from your singularity, a breathless sigh gives way, now, to the vocally aroused, pounding my tympanic pulse and stroking a sound to my ears somewhere between a moan and a hallelujah.
Attempting fusion, verging on fission, we couple, decouple, and recouple, red and anti-red till we’re ember-eyed mesons existing only to explode in orgasmic nova.
Confused? Amused? Just curious? The above link breaks some things down.
