Ice

This arrived in my in-box today from The One.  Enjoy.  I did...a LOT.

"I like ice, all kinds of ice, in many different ways.  I always have.

Long before I studied it in preparation for traveling to the Arctic, I knew about it.  I grew up with it.  I knew that it came in many different forms.  I knew it's composition and unique physical qualities.  But far more than that, I knew on a more intimate level it held an erotic effect over the body and mind.

It's a dichotomy of sensations and characteristics.  Bitter cold yet it burns.  Hard to the touch, but still soft and malleable.  It's surface smooth and jagged all at once, pleasing to the more sensitive nerves of the body. Stimulating, soothing, pleasure and pain all at once.

In my glass it's clear and clean, irresistible to me.  I have to hold it in my mouth, roll it across my tongue and chew on it.  I feel it crack under my teeth and let it melt into my throat, nourishing my body and my senses.

In the wild it attracts and fascinates me.  So fragile that it vanishes like a wisp in the sun, yet powerful enough to carve mountain ranges and leave boulders the size of buildings hanging in solitary precipices.  Even the smallest vein cracks the strongest rock in winter and the thinnest layer underfoot can send us careening.  It forms on lakes, rivers and oceans.  Endures for years, millennia or moments.  Supports life and endangers it.  It is brief, yet enduring.

In private, intimate moments it stimulates the senses, arouses the nerve endings and numbs all at once.  It can speed our way to climax or slow it down, prolonging the experience just as it disappears in a trickle across the flesh.  It is cool to our heat, focus to our chaos, pleasure on pain and pain on pleasure.

I see it on your skin, tracing lines along the curves in your body.  Arousing your senses, drawing the blood to erogenous tissues and focusing you from the other distractions acting on your body.  In my hand it melts on you, the water drops trickling down your flesh.  Across your lips you taste it- clean, cold, refreshing, making you long for more.  Wet and hard it penetrates you, disappearing and leaving you longing for flesh to fill the void.  Your body reacts- hardening and writhing with pleasure as it melts on you and in you.

Yes, I do like ice."