She told me later, that she became addicted to me, that there was no cure for her desires.
She said it was the earthquake rattling climaxes, where each scream became another landslide, when her earth moved. Her very core was buried in burning lust. Like a sandstorm of intimate secrets revealed, as they danced in the empty air.
What can I say, she was all I could ever want. It wasn’t her face, for this was unremarkable, neither was it her body which bore imperfections.
It was her presence, her vivacity for life, and sexual ecstasy that won every time.
