Please do read Kadali response before you read this.
Dear S,
I find it fascinating in this world things change so fast, and we have no desire to hold things a little longer. Not the eyes of a lover, or to moan a little longer. We are in haste for the next fix before the current has done its job.
A fix, a short cut to pleasure, a momentarily escape above the clouds before the sunrays hit your face, you drop; that’s what you crave, a fix to draw a moan out of your throat, but doesn’t let it escape your lips. A fix that keeps you high but not satisfied.
Forever is in the eyes of the one moaning, loudly, honestly, desirably. Whose body lifts up to make a crescent, then falls heavy like raindrop scattering dust. Forever is my fingers tips tracing little scars on your body that I would have spent a life time looking for, not that you have scars, that’s not what I mean.
My forever is not the want of commitment, but the temporal range of ecstasy you will cloth, and never want for more for mine is not a fix. But rather the lens in which you see all your dreams and yet not achieved. What dreams does one achieve in sex, apart from a story if not a reference point.
Its Monday, I saw you early in the morning. Walking like the walls are your friends, and light is but a runway for your legs. I want to taste you as the moon tastes the dusk.
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