The music is muffled now, the whole world went quieter. I can feel myself getting wet and when it’s like that, my body transforms; the whole reason I am alive is my pleasure. It’s just you whispering into my ear, it’s your voice, or it’s your touch, you smell amazing. You lick my neck and I go numb everywhere else, no more blood in my feet or in my hands; I can’t breathe, I feel like I’m gonna cum, just like that, in front of everyone and the thicker the air the faster the contamination. Their eyes, my expression of absolute pleasure, your tongue, your hand pulling my hair back and I remember what it feels like to be free.
And then you let go, how easily and effortlessly you leave me there, longing, gasping, breathless, clueless, pupils huge and lungs smaller and smaller pulling and pulsing all the way down between my legs. I can finally decompress and catch you back. When you smile, I know; when I know, I stop and observe. How much do you want? How much can I push? I can hear a moan make its way through this beatless, dense and liquid piece of personal space we created. Do I want to hear more? Do I want this illusion of control when all I can do is to feel like a slave in my own power over you?
But I want you, and the more you give me the less I want because I really don’t know how to handle so much, and the harder you get the closer I am to lose my mind in this fluid dynamic when my body becomes as solid as a rock, standing, resisting, pretending that your waves don’t affect the shape of my pleasure on a long run. You are water, you occupy all the space in between, you filter your way through all my cracks and sneak under all my triple fourfold quintuple locked doors. Fuck, I am so useless and it is exactly what I need... how do you know? How do you feel? Would you like to go for a walk and undress me with your eyes and pretend we didn’t imagine all that we want and delay all that we want? What do you want? Let me take it away from you, just for tonight.