I would press my skin against yours just to feel the moisture and the beating of your heart. I would kiss you in your neck and go through your soaked hair with my right hand and hold my left hand between your breasts to feel you breathe. I can see your breath as clouds climbing from your mouth. Then I would press my lips against yours and close my eyes. I would make our tongues meet while the fabricated rain kept drowning the cold air around us. And from then I would wait for you to take a next step, and answer that with what my heart tells me to.

Your hands on my shoulders while you lean backwards, showing your throat. My hand like a snake around your neck. My other hand on the knot of your bikini top. While your face turns lightly red from soft suffocation, the knot of your bikini top stops to exist. The softly kissing of your now naked breasts. My lips can feel that your chest starts to tremble because of the heavy work your lungs fulfill. Slowly my hand captures the hills south of your back. Your trembling hands taking away pressure by ripping pants. Slowly I feel a small trembling hand on my thigh. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching something to hold on to. Nails sink in my skin. Soft nipples between my lips raise themselves like proud mountains.

My hand tears down the hiding place of your beautiful secret, softly I touch the softest skin there is and feel your legs become tense. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up. My fingers crawling in your cave, and climbing out and crawling in.

And while the tower was building itself higher and higher, your fingers started to climb it faster and faster. My lungs working harder than they had ever done, my body not only longer kept warm and wet by the rain that came from steel pipes. But now by the sweat and unholy fluids from our bodies. The salt sea created at our feet. The river from your cave, started to flow and overflow. Your lips in my neck, your lips on my nipple, pierced with steel, your lips on my chest.

Tower and Cave, found each other.

A battle of moisture and nails. A battle of tongues and flesh. Thrusts between your silk legs. Echoes of our panting. Our obscene act in a white room. Your beautiful soft round breasts moving freely against the square boring but strong tiles. Your nails in my back, making me almost curse the room with my ruby blood. My strong hand around your obedient neck, making your almost ruby head clash with the walls. Every little drop helped the tower thrust inside the cave. Every intense mix of warm bodies and water against the cold air and walls helped the cave surround the tower.

Harder. Faster. My heretic tree into your holy church. Holding you up with the brutal force of my arms. Now pushed against the wall almost harshly. Tiles colder than hell. Your face shows lust for the fire between the legs. Harder scream your nails in my back, faster scream the legs around my waist. My vegetarian teeth feel like vampire fangs. My hands grabbing your soft sweating bottom which is no bottom of my pleasure.

I feel like a beast engineered for the sole purpose that is named Your Pleasure. Unstoppable until he can’t go any further. And then finally but still too soon. My heretic tree releases it’s filthy seeds to attack your angels In the holy church. My beast is silent. Only the sounds of our panting and the fake but comforting rain. We take our leave from this empty room that will be filled with our memory.

Moistured we step into our ship, a ship into the land of dreams. Leaving our materialistic protection against nakedness. Lying in the fortress created by our arms we spoke and spoke. We spoke about our horrors. We spoke about the past. We spoke about happiness. We spoke about the future. Tired but satisfied, our lips met one last time. My eyes closed, your eyes stayed opened. My arms weakened. Yours held me warm. My thoughts stopped. Yours were like little keys to the gold in your heart.