I caressed her rosy cheeks, sliding through her jaws down to her chin. Staring at her pouty, bloody lips, how they curled as the dimples appeared. It made my knees so weak—even if I’m supine lying, now facing the ceiling, trying to calm my queer heart.
Feeling her electric blue eyes stare at me; it brought a shiver to my skin. Her lemon scent, which lingers in my nostrils, acts like valium for my body. I can’t get enough. I buried my head on her chest.
Under her thumb, her finger ignites fire where it lands. Coldness is what I feel when her hand departs. I succumbed to her temptation and ended up hanging on to her gentle hands. Never wishing we'd be apart.
Clandestine love affair, her moans filled the air. I gag my tongue into her mouth, swirling and dancing with each other. Baring one’s teeth, making me go downtown on a landing strip out of her Sunday best.
Kindling her blushed face and entwining our fingers. For once and for all, I may not speak of what I feel because words are useless. Just the sound of our breath, the silence we share—it's pure serendipity.
