Ink Is My Blood

A Sexual Fantasy

— By thebibliophile

My love was sent to me through time and space. He was bound to lay beside me before he breathed his first breath. Our love transcends ordinary reality and drags me to the deepest depths of profound intimacy. There is no present, no past, no future. There are our two bodies that upon uniting become not just flesh and blood but paper and ink, silk and feather, light and darkness. Never before have I see the grace and art of our love transposed into erotica, but I know that love, intimacy, raw passion and tenderness, pleasure and orgasm, all exist beyond the physical. I wish we could become ink ourselves, existing for all eternity within the pages of a book, immortal in our passion.