Sesenta y nueve
Women.
Emotional and cold, loving and treacherous, loyal and promiscuous. Causers of headaches and heartbreak. Butterflies and bee stings. The poison and the antidote. Beings of perfect imperfection. Evolution’s finest.
The joy you cause, the scars you leave. Running through my mind in 4-inch stilettos, picking my brain. The source of my tranquility and the testers of my temper.
Clouding my brain, drugging my eyes. The sight of you makes my pupils dilate. You are angelic analgesics, a feminine sedative, unequalled ecstasy. The purest narcotics that ever roamed the earth.
With smiles that dismantle and looks that excite. Making me hope that you’ve got some time on your hands, because I’m longing to hold yours in my spare time.
I want you all year round. I want you in all Four Seasons. I want to binge watch every episode you star in. My main actress when we role play.
Let us come nearer and close the distance. Spread your wings, arms and legs and let me commence the quest to your heart. I’ll press my lips on yours and kiss you on your mouth too.
Mount and conquer. Merge with me. Take my breath away and feel how my hands tighten around your neck. Let’s lose ourselves in consensual asphyxiation.
Let us leave this globe together. Seeing stars whilst ascending towards them. Traveling through galaxies of pleasure. Losing all sense of gravity, Levitating to heavenly destinations. Lifting off, continually postponing to fill you up with rocket fuel.
Forget your own name while screaming mine. Shout, moan, do as you will. We’re lost in a vacuum of sensuality. Euphorically stuck in a lascivious orbit. No-one will hear us in outer space. Our hedonistic tendencies so immoral, yet intertwined with you I feel so immortal.
New heights, unknown constellations. A vortex of opposites attracting. The summum is reached. Two supernovas morphing into one. A hypernova, drenching galaxies lightyears away.
We come down and descend through layers of delightful pain and rapture. Together we thank your god of choice that you were born the fairer sex.
A veil of serenity comes over us. Mumbling of nonsensical words. Eyelids close.
Gently, we drift off to lands that only exist in our imagination. Gently we lay down together on cloud 69.
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