The taste of your lips lingers on my tongue. Drops of red staining the corners of my mouth. These unclean hands run up and down your exposed chest. I watch your muscles contract and relax as your breathing slows itself. What just happened, what just occurred, could not even compare to any of my pasts. My skin still warm and damp from the hot water. Steam lingering in the doorway. Didn’t take you long to carry me to this bed. Didn’t take us long to become one. Adrenaline rush. The most absolute high possible. Pure inebriation. My body couldn’t long for that connection any harder. Every inch of me is crawling…screaming…itching…you’re miles away.