Let's meet, to fuck.
You started talking to me about issues,
we ended up in bed.
And, I say “we ended up”, because that's how it was with me, with her, with others.
You looked at me differently,
like a lion to his steak.
You were kissing my back,
you grabbed me by the hips,
You whispered in my ear,
your breathing agitated, excited.
We finished fucking,
and you would lie down, touch my legs, articulate words, drink water, and we would go back to talking about whatever.
My head was thinking, once again.
My heart wished it would stop being just fucking.
I wish your caresses and your kisses on my back had been only for me. And not for her... them.
I walked away thinking you would seek me out, if only to fuck, and I would fail falling for you, again.
But it wasn't. The same record, the same food, the same words, the same time.
With her.
With them.
Photographers: Cristina Rizzi Guelfi
