I found it as breakfast, with his naked body, still with its aroma of desire, I felt the desire and subtle tingling ran from the tip of my foot to the nape of my hair. I brought my lips to his mouth and kissed him hotly, as if urging me to feel his fire piercing the pores of my skin. There are paradises and pleasures that hide under the sheets. His breathing was cut, his pulse was growing, and the heat that burned from within us surfaced in the form of sweat. My heart was racing.
We were alive, very alive, in no man's land.
I ate it exquisitely, over and over until I emptied my desire and filled my soul.
With a chill sensation that walks down my back, every time I remember his life between my legs, and his heart in my chest.
