You showed me your passion, your art, so I’ve decided to show you a bit of mine: writing. I’ll give you one flashback. It starts with the sun in the sky immaculately blue. You pull my top over my head, I feel the fabric sliding through my arms. Exquisite flavours and the taste of kisses. Locked eyes. The smell of hot skin.
We are inside now on the couch and you slide my hand on top of my underwear and lick my fingers as if they are the inner part of me. It feels as if you are… I shiver.