Bored, listless and heat stricken my thoughts were drifting elsewhere...
I text The Boy, who had ventured to his office for the morning.... come home, I want you.
30 minutes later, his hands and my dress are sliding over my hips and the salty taste of his lips are crushing against mine... the urgency with which we undress each other, the freedom as I depart from the real world to a place where only our desire exists... how can sex be so good. Even after 1000 times and with a familiarity that is unquestionable. I don't know.
I love him. I want him. I hope that I don't have to let him go. Because life is infinitely more complicated than the picture that's painted on the surface. It's all in the detail.