Monday, July 19, 2010

Paper Faces - 26. Gas

Disoriented, I find myself on my back, my knees near my head with my ankles on his shoulders as Edward thrusts smoothly into me. My eyes flutter, an indistinct noise of need rolling from my lips.

To feel him is to discover nirvana.

Sweat beads on his forehead; I taste the saltiness as my lips roam his face hungrily. Breath mingles and coalesces, vapor that settles over us, wrapping us into one being.

It is a moment of serenity and chaos, disparate parts making a unified whole, bringing both joy and despair.

I know nothing in that moment.

Save him.

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