The Point

"What are you doing?"

"How do you feel?""Bad."She tears my unbuttoned pants from me and discards them.  "Now?" she smiles."Wh-what are you doing?"She puts her hand on me."Fuck.  I like being touched that way.""I know," she whispers."How?"She puts her tongue on me.  The most...

It’s been so longHere we areagainEvery fucking timeIgnoringthe angry poppingof hotoilwe fucklocked togetherwrithingbreathlesslyon thekitchenfloorGaspingforairall thewhileIn this secondwe are togetherIn this momentit’s easy to remember(us)That feels goodand we will noteasily give it upSmoke is filling the airbut we ignore itfavoring passionover...