Sex in My City
Part 53
Angry sex is never rejected.
She shook her shoulders from side to side, she wanted her defiance recognized.
The texture of her skin, the familiarity of her flesh.
Being with her; time, and time again, aware that time runs out for all of us.
Take note reader; to be in a woman's lair; to be in that space she finds solace; to be invited.
I took it all in, I left nothing unobserved, I felt all around, and all of it felt like her.
I delicately inhabited, and I was aware while doing so.
I wanted nothing to break the spell; I was, and she was there.
She knew, they always do; that time would drag before we would see each other again.
I had to go, she was aware, yet we pretended, and time stood still.
She kissed me, I felt her need to kiss me, I kissed her back in excess, as if she could store them.
Pry yourself, have the courage to do so from someone who breathes life into you, and who you breathe life into.
Grow away from your desires, wrestle with the consequences, hasta luego Patricia...
To be continued...
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