Summer

Summer #2

Lips meet teeth and tounge. The first time was a mistake, a sudden burst of emotion but tonight was a choice. A decision that has no turning back. It was consuming and addictive. We both know that this is a sin. It was wrong but god knows how I tried to hide this. I tried to escape but the feelings and the memories of that one night is hunting me. Until I can't resist anymore.

          It was still summer, I can feel the humid air touching my shoulder.  The sweat was inevitable as well as our scream. I am riding an expensive  car. So fast and it is driving me crazy.  Your hands are all over me, touching the most intimate part. The secluded one. You did your part greatly. It was fantastic! I've never felt that before. Now it's my turn.  Give and take. Exchange. Push and pull.  Finally, when we are both satified with each others company. We fix ourselves and turn to opposite direction. You walk feeling good for a release then talk to your lover while I walk, half running. Thinking 'bout what I've done then start praying to Saint Magdalene. This choice was impulsive, I  guess...