Point you toes. Her hand goes inside of you, her mouth leaves a warm wet feeling on your neck. Your voice betrays you, your body moves with her rhythm. You disappear in the moment, and only one thought remains... "Point your toes".
Thing is, you're off camera.
I keep coming back to it. Not only because it's a beautifully written piece, but it seems that you've poetisized what has been a very phyisical experience. Doesn't it kind of redeem myself in that little discussion we've had with Valya just before the shoot?
ReplyDeleteNow I know you're multi talanted :-)