You were in front of me, I just received an embrace full of the past, I felt your skin connect with mine, I perceived the warmth of your being, the one that sheltered me when I was looking for pleasure, I only looked at your lips, those that I bit trying to catch between my mouth hoping that you would never separate me from your story, I did not hear what you were saying, I lowered the volume of your voice and in that instant, like a flash, came back to my mind each of the movements that our bodies, like poetry were written between your sheets, like a melody I heard in the distance our moans, my skin bristled when I contemplated the fusion of our sweat under the faint light that entered through your window... At that moment you smiled and my mind returned to the present, I heard your voice again and by magic... I didn't get wet anymore, your enchantment was over... I overcame you.
Photographers: subway rat
Midnight writer and actress in the tragicomedy theater called “life”.”