I daydream.
I watch the world pass by; its colors, the greens and blues and yellows liquefy together.
And it’s black.
It’s as if there is something stuck inside me, suffocating me.
Pulsating…pleading to be released.
I close my eyes and see images of shimmering bodies.
Sticky arms and legs embrace me, holding me captive from behind.
I look into the mirror and see my lovers face, his hands on me,
and I quiver as they move, ever slowly over me,
gracefully, with just a whisper of a touch.
His eyes hold mine, and I can see the haze of desire in their brown depths,
feel his erratic breath on my skin, warm and damp with anticipation.
Then I see myself, wanting, needing, and pleading,
for what I know he can give.
He knows, only he can release me.
The tension builds, pulling at my insides, taut,
until I feel as if I can endure his tortured touch no more.
He pierces me and the colors explode into tiny pinpoints of light,
like shattered crystal.
With each movement, each forced breath; he awakens me to sensations,
sensations I have never known.
It comes to me, the scents like a hot summer day, the rush of breath,
the sounds of two bodies meeting, retreating…
erupting with molten liquid.
We dissolve into each other, dying, as the colors fade to black.
I awake, and I’m free.
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Submission Name: The Little Death
