Quantum Satis

Your vulnerability inspires sadism.

When I see a woman’s face transformed by the orgasm we have reached together, then I know we’ve met. Anything else is fiction. That’s the vocabulary we speak in today. It’s the only language left.

Every woman has chapters in her soul that she lets few read, deep oceans that she lets few swim in, hidden mazes that only few have escaped.

I kissed her Like I would Drink her And became Intoxicated With her taste And possessed By her mouth

He traced maps on her back with the tips of his fingers as if she was the whole world

But there was something about you that made me think of sparks and motion.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving.