I’m thinking of you.
More specifically? I am thinking of the way you turned liquid on my hand, of the way your climax made you seize and then convulse. The way pleasure … fluttered up your spine. The way your orgasms exploded, then reverberated, then, and over time, decayed. The way you pulled yourself into a ball, as if you needed to protect yourself as the orgasm thundered , then rippled through your body. The way your release echoed through you like a rifle shot in a box canyon
I am thinking of how you quaked for me. The way you lost control — eyes closed, nerve endings snapping like a downed power line — and how exquisite your debility looked.
Right now, I am writing … recording the smell of you, the taste of you, the sound of you to my memory.
I am thinking of heaven