“You know that feeling when you meet someone and they just crawl up under your skin and move into your head? They become an itch you can’t scratch, a ghost you can’t evict, and every moment, from that moment on, is just a little bit different? Such has been my beautiful burden since the night…
“She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors–white, black, yellow–with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone’s, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before,…
light as air, she’s always on top her gaze an atom bomb behind my eyelids and I feel like I’m drowning in her desire until she teaches me to swim she rides me wild and shows me dreams of the forests in her mind wings spread as she ascends turning me inside out then outside…