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The Heat

Begoña Montesinos

    I can feel her luscious hair dancing freely in the air, caressing my face. Awaken senses.
    I feel numb as her sensual beauty is to inevitably hypnotize me in slow motion.
    No words can express the way I feel when looking at her; staring at the way she’s brushing her volcanic hair with her much desired hands, her voluptuous animal body calling me out loud without using words.
    Her...seducing me...silently.
    A raging storm is approaching my senses. The thick heat is to welcome me. In my room. Suffocated love is eating me alive...inside.
    And her delicate skin is to be the harmony in me. Hunger is to be the ultimate desire.
    Ah! Desire has become my new ally, walking with me, side by side, and it has me begging for more. Raw feelings within driving me wild.
    Her flames are dressing my body now. Her hands are definitely making me want her more and more. I look myself in the mirror but all I can see is her reflection, haunting me, embracing me: a sweet curse.
    Her provocative presence is dressing me in the morning and tempestuously undressing me at night. I am feeling her walking near me, silently lurking, asking to be desired. Words have no meaning anymore. Her craving eyes are to roughly melt my desire. Ah! My desire.
    Feeling vulnerable I pray for the calling storm to cease. Raw heat is crushingly welcoming me.
    But the unstoppable rain is showering my room and I can feel the mysterious thunder approaching. I can magically sense the wet drops in my fingertips. I hear the unceasing rain on my window pane, embracing me, creating a silent symphony in my room.
    Her naked truth is hitting me hard tonight. Every hour, every minute, every second.
    At night.
    Devouring my suffocated being, crashing me instantly, undressing the unknown. My heart is beating intensely and, goddess! I am incapable of controlling myself: the naked truth in me.
    And the feeling is highly intense, so intense that it gently hurts. Loving you wildly now. Moving closer to you now. Raw love taking me to the edge now.
    Wild waters everywhere: across my debilitating body, across country, across my empty room. Sliding out of control, surpassing barriers, crossing rooms.
    Waiting, waiting for the rain to wet the room again. It’s pouring now. Trying to calm the anxious thirsty feelings within.
    I think it’s beginning to rain now.
    And I’m grasping for some air. Infinite thirst in me. Infinite thirst in her. It’s scorching hot and the walls are melting with me, with her in my forbidden fantasy. Air is much needed now.
    I’m navigating ashore but the waters are turbulent and the currents are spiraling out of control. Desperately swimming in my room. In her room.
    And she whispered: “Now. Now. Please”. Obscene, urgent feelings calling me while her intoxicating body is speaking languages to me.
    “Go down, please”, she said. “Where life begins”, she passionately implored in my ear. She was eager for me to feel her desire.
    “Now”, she said, and her voice felt so urgent... Her naked truth.
    “Feel me”. “Want me”, she desperately suggested.
    In my room the heat is painting the inflamed walls ocean blue. Burning. Wet fire has spread incontrollable feelings all over me. Melting fire raining in my room. Luxurious flames, fire everywhere, everywhere, constantly around me as I barely move uncertain of the upcoming but much needed danger.
    In my room I violently suffocate. She suffocates me, elevates me. It feels like rays of fire disturbingly touching my body every second, every minute, every hour of my life. This agitated, trembling body of mine exploring her sacred home in my dark room which is about to witness our naked truth.
    Exhaustion, exhaustion, fainting bodies trying to land after the turbulence. A quiet storm.
    I’m falling on my knees. And I’m opening heaven’s door once again. Breathing fast, breathing faster, going faster. Feeling the adhesive rain in her, in me. Fiery rain showering me; her wetness wonderfully and smoothly haunting me, dressing me for good.
    “What I really want is your body now. Now”, my eyes implored.
     “Come to me”, I demanded.

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