Infinite Love
The ecstasy as she works me while drinking from me is perfection.
I know I know her, I know I want her but my mind can’t connect her, a beautiful fantasy. Her mouth suddenly releases me and I feel lost, bereft without her connection, her lips find my ear and her breath is a gentle sensual tickle against it as she whispers “Remember me, before it’s too late, remember me” and then she disappears into ether like she was never there, never real.
My eyes spring open, I am desperate to hold onto the fading image of the woman, I have a terrible feeling inside that if I forget her something terrible will happen. Like my very life depends upon remembering her. Who is she? Is she even real?
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