The Night We Never Spoke Of

I lay in bed, gently stroking his sturdy figure, pleading softly for him to slow down. I longed for gentle caresses and lingering kisses, not the almost frenzied passion at the moment.

His lips, tongue and fingers still ignited the sparks of desire on my body. My body betrayed my will and convulsed and undulated with his rhythm. I was lost in the sweetness of lust, and reason was completely replaced by instinct.

We were confused in passion, and the messy scene on the bed was like a portrayal of our messy thoughts at the moment. I leaned against him, trying to find a trace of clarity, but was led into deeper confusion by his caresses.

He sat me on his lap, kneading the two points on my chest with his hands, and licking the slightly swollen nipples with his lips. The numb feeling spread from those two points, I couldn't help trembling, and the flower path contracted uncontrollably, lingeringly sucking him.

The intense pleasure made me want to beg him to spare me, but desire blinded my eyes and heart, and I didn't want him to leave my body. We tossed in the stormy passion, and finally reached the climax in extreme pleasure.

We were still in each other's arms, longing for more. I stroked his face gently, and his eyes reflected my current state - flushed face, misty eyes, like a drowning man finally breathing fresh air again.

We had both experienced death and rebirth, and were still lost in this secret garden that belonged to the two of us. I know that when I pick up my senses again tomorrow, I will shyly face the day,

but I will also miss the madness brought by the night. This is the duality of human nature, my lover, you have revealed the charm of my other side.