Bengali French in Cornwall

by Tania Marsailles
17th February 2014

Each time I touch myself

I end up making love the following hours

A wet premonition

My body manifests itself...

I listen to it

The next thing I know

We are in Cornwall

By a creek

Surrounded by the green

We stand in front of each other

We just finished kayaking

It's all muggy hot

No wind

Grey clouds with a slight shower

Falling on our faces

We stare at each other

Smell each other

The air in and out

The only sound

Coming from our noses

You can hear the rhythm of desire rising

The magic happens

I smell his breathing

He smells mine

His hands go all over body

Slowly and slowly

On my wet breast coming down on my naked legs

My shorts are loose

So he can reach my peach…

I am all wet

He whispers into my ear

Staring at me with his black eyes filled with love and desire

You are so wet mmmhhh

I want you now

Sayed takes me from behind

In the wet grass

I bend over

And here we are

He is in my temple

No one around

Only trees and animals

He is going in and out and I come and come again and again

A sound of pleasure comes out of his chest

Head looking up

Thanking the sky

For us to be together

We walk together towards the creek and jump into the cold water

 

Animality

All in silence

All our senses are alert

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