brief encounters that never happen

There's power, and I mean literal power, in the hands of a man who knows women better.

I find myself attracted by the least probable traits you could think of. I love consistency and controversy; but I also love simple plain things.

Many tried to take out of expectation, what only belongs to me. The heart that I wear under the sleeve never shows when I'm naked under the sheets. I like the idea of just giving yourself to space. orbitating in other worlds while your flesh lies there; while your body equivalent of a meal for 2, feeds only one starving mouth. going back to yourself when climax is reached and realising you wouldn't be able to tell what happened there. while you were out and he was in. you out of your mind, him inside of your wet redness. you can picture his relief face as you look at your own cum in your hands. you rush out of that place, cursing space for kidnapping you; blaming his eyes for being so hypnotic; feeling the warmth of his fingers everytime you touch yourself again. loving holding the memory that only you can portrait; out of imaginary encounters, fading into surrealistic dreams.