Here we are.
The loud music unleashed by those hoarse voices, guitars, hints of uncontrolled shooting itself in the amplifiers and the eyes look to what the flashing lights at a rock concert they decide to show.
He is behind me. I know all about him, or maybe I guess. I mean I just know it has a blue ocean in which to drown when I look at it. Do not even know his name.
But his hand back my conscious as my eye does not detract from the stage to enjoy these actions only through shots of perception. Her body close to mine. I have not worn socks, too hot. It 'took only a short dress with a pair of leather boots to evening.
His fingers pushed between my legs getting stronger, with increasing curiosity until they disappeared under the skirt of scampanatura. My body began to fluctuate according to the harmonies of his touch and no longer able to follow the music.
when suddenly seemed to have moved away and lost in the crowd, grab me the pulse and without a word leads me to the bathroom. She closes the door behind her key and let the world out of that threshold. His greedy hands grabbing every part of my body and his teeth button after button advance deeper into the neckline. I feel his tongue sliding down my neck while his legs are made with violence in my area. A stream of indomitable chills through my spine, following the footprints of his mouth. I bite my senses, gestures, and every groan insuppressible where my body is selling off a few dollars profit. I'm hitting the wall, loud, louder and louder as if through me completely, but kissing my cheeks and my lips with the sweetness of a flight of butterflies. Suddenly grabs my thighs with his hands and lifted me making me completely his, invading all my darkest moment of pleasure. Then some little strangled cry and a hug, an embrace of bodies but no souls. A smile and music, none of them had heard more, go back to echo in our ears.
I pass the mirror before leaving the bathroom and I sit on my reflection. Nothing to reproach myself.
Sex rips her clothes but only love will tear my heart out. And sometimes in life you make a choice.
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