Sunday, September 23, 2012

Her Comfort

Day and night seemed to have merged.
Weak with desire and fatigue I sank into her arms.

The touch of Senorita’s smooth skin
felt like ice on my scorched skin.

I was delirious.
I remember whispering strange meaningless words to her.

My face resting in the curve of her neck and
her strong comforting arms wrapped around me like a blanket.

It was uncanny how easily I melted and
morphed into her skin and became her.

Our relationship was something between friendship and love,
something which I had not experienced in real life.

The comfort I felt by being with her
was like fluid with no spaces in-between.

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