I feel infinite and lost in the smell of your skin. It’s like I’ve been here before. It’s like we’ve kissed before. The sun is bright, murmuring through the dust in your car. The more we move, the shinier it gets as the light reverberates in this liquid space we squeezed ourselves into.
It’s a long hug to remind me that you exist, as my brain is still registering this new form your soul’s chosen. And the more I look into your eyes, the more I realise that the soul doesn’t hide in our brain or body, it inhabits our mind. It is the data that keeps growing and expanding and I can’t wait to fill my mind with the new you.
I observe how you walk and talk, I know every little muscle twitch on your face, and I know when your smile is tired from your previous lifes. Some other things are just here, specific to this body, like my tongue on the tip of your dick, or your finger pressing to the right inside my pussy.
Each time we meet we have to relearn what our bodies want and need, but when we don’t talk and just look at each other, I can feel our planet spinning; when I close my eyes and just stay close to you, my blood is in tune with the sun flares in some other solar system, flowing slowly, pulsating to the cosmic background.
Kiss me again, because only your kisses tell the truth about my soul. Only with your kisses I am genderless and really myself, and this body only serves as a tool to update and upgrade my mind to a higher state of knowledge and understanding.
I love your brain, but more importantly, I love your mind. I love how you push your body’s limits to expand your brain’s capacity to store more data and process everything quicker and more efficiently. And I love how you integrate feelings with logic and a deep understanding of why you choose to spend your precious time with someone. That’s how I know you truly love me, too.
I feel sad as we both decide it is time to get out of the car and get some caffeine in our system, because it’s rare for me to forget that the time is only a human construct and sometimes I am able to bend it to my pleasure. Here we are... holding these new hands, standing on our new feet, craving each other’s new bodies. It’s strange to be back.
