While My Ink is Still Wet...

Excuse me while I cut to the break down....

I've never been touched that way. Until he ran his fingers across my keys placing mislaid periods and commas, so we could feel the breaths. And pauses. I don't remember ever feeling so warm from the creation of a sentence.

He penetrated me, pulled me closer, penetrated me, pulled me closer, penetrated me.

We created a time capsule where I was a child and he was a child and we could step inside of it's chamber and look around and smell the air and taste the water. Even though it was choked by my apprehension, even though it was brief and left me wanting more but scared to touch it again; it was the best sex I've ever had.

(©2009 Lotus B.)