All she can think about is how he stayed hard, and how he felt in her mouth as she caressed him with the length of her tongue, taking him once more.\u00a0 He came again.
\nThe thought passes.
\nHer mind clear, she straddles the man in front of her and smiles.\u00a0
\nShe smiles more broadly to feel his breath change as he swells forward to meet her, to take her in.\u00a0 She leans back, way back, and senses his gaze as it moves up her body, from the muscle of her thighs trapping him on either side,
\nup from the cradle of her sex,
\nup from her navel,
\nup between her full breasts,
\nup her throat to where her lips are just parted,
\nher eyes closed in some internal play.\u00a0 Play.\u00a0 Play, she had said, is her favorite word.\u00a0 She is very, very good at play.
\nShe places her hands on his shoulders and hovers above him, feeling the slight tremor of electricity running through him.\u00a0 It excites her.\u00a0 She is very careful of the live current flowing between them.\u00a0 She strokes it and it purrs like a kitten.\u00a0 Even she loses track sometimes, thinking about swelling and straining.
\n\u201cI respond to desire.\u00a0 To someone wanting me,\u201d the words echo.
\nThe thought passes. She is brought back to the moment.
\nShe is a mirror.
\nEcstasy even can become familiar.
\nA moment is technically made up of 90 seconds. Someone said that recently and it intrigues her.
\nSo often we let the moments pass, thinking of them like instants, like a blur.\u00a0
\nBut really a moment is the measure of something much more\u2014
\nA dance, a glance,
\nenough light to catch the reflection of that ethereal bridge between hearts, light bouncing off of a gesture of play,
\na fantasy, or–
\na poem.
\nThe thought passes. The song ends.
\nShe smiles at him again.\u00a0 They linger a moment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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