Summertime, years ago. Undressing you for the first and last time, I inhale the hot mix of your sweat and perfume.
Your scent, voice, gasps, and moans sail and swell my vessels. Nothing denied, nothing spared. Your tremendous capacity to cum makes me a superman.
Entangled limbs and fates. My infidelity — your episode between husbands. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I regret nothing, yet nothing today connects me to your voice or body.
Except my memory, your safe harbor where you have no wrinkles and time has no rights. Memory where you are always the best fuck of my life.
