Beautiful forms make us up ...
Maybe we were just that, beautiful ways before our eyes that respond to their rhythm. Levitating in the feeling of the bodies subject to the protection of the law of grace. Coming and going as the comrade who put the glasses in the bar to the sound of his routine. Leaving us to nothing, without constitution or obligation. Only the law of grace rising to a world without reason, just before hearing that you could not stay.
My naughty tongue slowly sliding down your neck. Sweet kisses in her pleasant company accompany her, while my hand puts pressure on the increasing humidity of your sex. Nerves, shyness, you are ashamed to look me in the eye while I force you not to take them away.
Feel in every vibration. Shivers that connect us to a forgetfulness of gaps where nothing matters.
Just our ecstasy.