why no poppers was required...

...a psychedelic discovery of self...without indulging in synthetic drug enhancers...

(Begin your read at 2.25minutes into the music 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gz2I39U2oDk&t=219s)

"...you need no drug of any sort," she said. "What u need is a willing mind."

He had heard about poppers and other mood enhancers when indulging in matters sensual / sexual / erotic. 

He had wondered if that would make the empty feeling go away and awaken deeper different levels of engagement, stimulating wavelengths that were running flat, the frequency so low, going undetected.

Pictures of women, across the board...sexy lingerie, dressed, naked, pornographic... left him feeling dead flat ...empty. 

He did appreciate the beauty found in each image but, there was no real connect.

He wanted to feel alive again. 

An alive where a subtle sexy would know to give rise to a throb in his spirit. So many times taking himself in hand, the relief needed , that desire to let go and get lost in deep passions, where his body would know to sweat...good...his mind dance to a lovers sway of the hips... mouth pouting...tongue licking the corners of ruby red lips.

Here he was...commanded....ordered...very different for him...the all engaging hug....bringing him in..."Relax....promise to eat u later...sweet one...." she said, her tone of voice low.

His heart began to pound, at a pace abnormally slow yet hard... HARD in his chest, in his ears....in his head.

Within seconds he found himself undressing, looking straight into her eyes...deep pools of psychedelic lust....and in the background.....?.....she said it was called..."tree of life"....he never thought much of sound such...always found it nothing else but noise...and here...and now...his spirit began to embrace the beat...a sort of life vibrant began to happen within him.

He realised she wasn't standing still while scanning the length of his physique...there was a faint sway to her stillness.

The shower was on...waiting for him...'Go,' she said 'GO...let me watch u..."... and all the time, without being aware, he willingly surrendered and entrusted himself to her presence, suggestions and commands.

While showering...there she stood...on the outside of the direct water spray but, close enough for him to see sprays of water landing on her semi-clad frame...never breaking her gaze with his, his peripheral vision taking in the most inviting soft sexy slow deliberate moves of her body....a hand travelling down her navel...beneath the lacy tiny panties....his penis....hard....long...throbbing...

His hands began to mimic hers...searching for his hard shaft...he became entranced, with himself and her...he felt one with her...his body began to sway, in time with hers.

She stepped toward him, and....he...?...toward her...no care of the water spraying everywhere...their lips within inches of each other...their breath warm ...gaze within the others gaze....he no longer existed outside of himself and her....in that moment he existed in the beat of a sensuous vibrant life he felt within her...

There was nothing mute...dead...flatlined...about him...there and then....psychedelic was his surrender...

...music...

...she.

RB.