I can feel you in my bones.
They vibrate slightly if I go quiet and suspend my breath. I want to stay like that, gasping for air with you filling the space in my mouth. My body is moving slowly but not cautiously, my hands are impatiently passing between your ears and collarbone, my arms surround your back and push you down against my body.
Your chest opens into mine and our ribs entwine. My bones stopped oscillating, and I forgot my name, I forgot my pain, I only remember why I am here. There is no other reason than pleasure. I am here to take all of it and leave just as much of it behind. I can’t stop.
I feel you crawling inside me, and it’s just the universe imploding on itself; my cunt is tight but there’s no resistance, it’s like there is infinite space in which you find your ways by just existing. My muscles cramp around the stillness of my bones. This energy is dragging me down, it’s tearing me apart, and it compresses my body into a small drop of sweat on your back.
“Nina...” I hear from faraway. There is a question awaiting for my response, and my answer is a serpentine yes, waving around my tongue, slipping into your ear. I’ll take whatever can fit, in every which way, I’ll raise my body temperature and let you melt onto me, drink you with every pore in my body.
I was so thirsty. So desperately, painfully, restlessly thirsty. I’d lick off the condensation from my window to see the world outside, but I would only grow colder and lonelier. I’d crawl in the grass and smear my face in morning dew but all I’d see would be the ground.
And then, I finally sat on my knees and spread my legs, spat on my fingers and found myself wet of all the water I’ve been collecting from all the wrong places.
All I needed to do was to invite you in.
