he lit up and i couldn’t catch my breath. he breathed me in and i was still trying to figure out my own rhythm. his fingers danced, his tongue wanted to play, his words floated somewhere above the static noise banging through my head. i was everything, i was everything. his words made clouds of freedom, his fingers melted into liquid sensations slipping into every pore my body owned. i quivered and ached, his lips soft and his mind strong. how was it that people came into life as such prominent beings of desire. i felt like i could turn him into dirt or a god with one flick of mental paper. i could curl his bad boy attitude into a bottle and toss it to the wind or drink from that bottle and let his zen become my zin.
but god, he said i was everything, everything. his fingers danced, my mind unwound its melodic tales into small winter whispers and we danced. fire and ice, the maker and the wave, a boy and his girl.
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