Climax
Her damp hair sticks to her visage. Relieved from the distraction of that frame, my eyes concentrate on her face. Her lips are still red, though they long lost their paint.
She bends over me, her hair fall on our faces like a canopy, cutting out the world. A drop of sweat hovers on the tip of her nose: I lick it away.
Her lips part, her breath becomes mine, wet, warm. My hands cling to her curves, for an instant I leave my body and look at us from the border of the bed.
Our bodies are learning to know each other, to live one for the other, in that moment in which sex and love become making love.
She falls on my side, breathing hard. My eyes are fixed on an undefined point, over the ceiling.
She bends over me, her hair fall on our faces like a canopy, cutting out the world. A drop of sweat hovers on the tip of her nose: I lick it away.
Her lips part, her breath becomes mine, wet, warm. My hands cling to her curves, for an instant I leave my body and look at us from the border of the bed.
Our bodies are learning to know each other, to live one for the other, in that moment in which sex and love become making love.
She falls on my side, breathing hard. My eyes are fixed on an undefined point, over the ceiling.