Her breaths of pleasure fell on the sides of my neck, she turned way wardly andthe breath, warm as red, brushed my nape.I shock-waved my body into existence.
Dragon breaths fired on each other’s neck sand once in a while her hair would make its wayinto my mouth, but I didn’t mind. Our facesstuck on each other’s cheeks, heads sideways.
The camisole, a furnace, burnt with the heather body emanated continuously, so hot itstupefied me. I enquired, she said it was alright,that it was normal blistering of the sun in her.
The shutter of my eyes, shut itself, whenthe lips pursed and touched in the storm oftwo monsters fighting as if they loved each other.The apparent sweetness of souse, felt
like an endless arena of water battles. Theair that the fan crushed unto us, in vain inits attempts to evaporate sweat from our chests.Our cheeks kept caressing each other lovingly.

The highs and the lows, the gasps, touches ofthe toes, the moans of lightning excitations. Theinterwreathing of the flowers of her finger scrollson my back. The pleasantries exchanged insilence that night drew upon us. Dumb founding.
In a twinkling of the end, there was a blank slate,the black and the white boards swiped to theirlength and breadth. A staunch mark on eachother, we had left, of fleeting pleasure and
what had begun at the speed of yeast outgrowth vanished quicker than the passing of the present moment.Our stares deserted each other and with benevolenthands on each other’s heads, we began to meditate.