Do you think it is possible to be haunted by the living?
I could feel her hair slipping through my fingers, her hands firmly gripping my back, legs tightly wrapped around me as if to say “I’m never letting go”. Her moans motioning my lips for more as we took turns sinking out teeth into each other’s neck. My gaze lost, stretched out for miles in the vast ocean of her eyes. Falling in. Floating, contorting, grasping for more while writing our own rules to space and time. I was so sure of my senses. Her scent filling up my lungs, bodies diving deeper into the sheets. The smell of sex mixing with the morning air filled the room while we took turns sharing secrets of our skin. We were nowhere. We were everywhere. Wherever we were it didn’t matter, we were there.