I remember.
I remember that feeling of suffocation and pleasure, I remember the light coming through your window, your sheets, my internal contradiction when I felt imprisoned and at the same time free, delivered.
I remember that you came in my throat and you did not let me get away by much force that I did,

and finally let it happen, swallow my pride and your semen at the same time, I remember the orgasm and wanting to hit you for being daring,

and at the same time the pleasure ...

I live in a constant contradiction where what I feel and what I think do not converge ... or yes.

And now I would briefly sneak between your sheets and allow myself everything, without limits, without mind, without contradiction.

I would play with your extreme pleasure and mine, I would start multiple orgasms from you and give you mine, in the intensity of present life that it belongs to both of us to feel, discovering the infinite number of sensations that inhabit each one.

I love to feel when the body speaks and the words go out, when the mind cannot fight because it explodes with pleasure. Every inch of my being is a temple that houses the ability to expand when it does not need to protect itself from anything.

Falling into the future of the unpredictable, surprise me, open up the channel and conquer even the parts of me that I never wanted to recognize, fucking that and at the same time extraordinary path.

I want to sneak between your folds, maybe some day without more I will appear fleeting, and give me on the fly.

By Rosa Libertad