by blackoracle

She grabbed it. She pressed her teeth against the glass, sucking liquid lust through her front teeth. The taste of forgotten nights better forgotten lingered on her tongue. She couldn’t get the taste out. She just couldn’t get the taste out.

She laid there as he spread her legs. She watched the light on the ceiling. It danced with the particles drowning the room. The speakers were whispering and her coffee was on the windowsill next to them. It’s movement influenced by her motions, tempting the sun. He couldn’t help but watch.

Their union reflected upon the ceiling a dance like no other. It had no limits.

The light pirouetted to the rhythm of love, sex & other drugs. And she came.