And I'm back on the room where lights glow erected below the glass table. And the only sound you could hear was shared by the television absurdly showing images not even looked at and by the air conditioning unit mumbling cold.
I'm staring on the glass with ice cubes clinking on the glass as it melts; as the soda incorporated with that fine liquor burns my throat. I could still smell that scent lingering on my skin after that kid torridly kissed my lips. How smooth and light the kiss was.
As the temperature drops, I could feel my palms perspire. And my soles get cold. And my heart thumping slow as the adrenaline drains out. The desire I brought before I stepped on this earthy-colored floor has started to fade out. The heat brought by the alcohol is nowhere to be felt. Either it has been negated by the coldness of the room or it barely even existed.
Then the snake moves swiftly as I taste its venom in my lips. Its tongue slithered in and out of my mouth. I sensed its tail wrapped on my body as it sheds its skin on the floor. And then the bear gave me the head I can never forget. It played its tongue on the pole as if its drenched with honey while I was busy caressing the dog by its tail.
I feel lost at that moment. Thinking about you in my head. How I wish you were beside me sharing those dirty euphoric feeling as I violate the canister of your soul. In the end, I've found "release"..
..without even being aroused.Labels: heart, life, realization, relationship, self