standing there in the dark with your soul mate, "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak playing on the stereo as candles scented candles light the room to a gentle glow, you grab him by the hand and kiss his arm slowly... sensually. you whisper into his ear "tonight is the night when two become one." looking into his eyes, you see a tapestry of wonder.. a galaxy of passion. the passion overwhelms you like the rising waters overwhelmed a levy in a low income neighborhood of new orleans; you grab him by the back of his neck and thrust your tongue into his mouth, sucking the air out of his lungs. it's time. the two of you stand toe to toe over a beautiful bearskin rug, sensually caressing each others hair and man-nipples, stroking your majestic and monolithic cocks until they're in a fully erected state. you grab him on the shoulder and say "courage, mary... courage" before you thrust your penis head into his urethra. the stretching of skin, the shaking of hands... you've achieved perfection.