The purpose was to have fun.
But the result was a jolt of reality and regret.
...
I can still remember how the air was ice and
the way it froze my bones.
The toxins within slaved away to make me ignore the chill
and persuaded my mind to follow my solitary pressing desire.
Mmm, the quest for the secluded site had a great
effect on the buzzing chemistry - it surged the craving
to a ravenous extent.
Journeying through the streets with a cocky manner
and unsteady limbs was challenging... yet sexy.
Patience had evaporated into the icy night. He took
my frosted fingers to guide me to the cold wet metal.
Here we hastily removed the garments necessary to end
the prolonged appetite.
The growling hunger tore at us, forcing us to react with
accelerated friction, to and fro, in and out.
Ahh, sliding and massaging was exhilarating.
Speed and passion was the key.
But then... wet...
...too much.
The only protection had been fractured.
Static filled the air, my lungs, my mind.
Panic took hold of my nerves and rippled into my conscious- the
very instrument that had been absent when I needed it most.
Massive waves of disappointment overcame all other
emotions, thoughts, and feelings.
It shook my world out of position.
With luck, there were no physical life/death consequences.
Nonetheless it influenced detrimental emotions.
Remembrance of a Fluke
- February 19, 2012
- DAREtoBOOGIE23
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