Haunting Presence

Temperature rising. Hands wandering, searching the most sensitive bits of flesh.

Slight shudders, my body trembling as a reaction to my own touch.

Soft whimpers, low sounds escaping from my lips.

Suddenly, all self-control is lost in a sweet moment of maddening pleasure, as soft whimpers become audible moans. The awaited release of sexual tension finally comes and, as I find myself on the edge of the fine line that separates sanity from madness, I see you.

I see your eyes, staring. The intense gaze I remember from our very first encounter, penetrating my soul as if trying to see through me. I struggle to remind myself that your image is only the result of the tricks my mind keeps playing on me.

I fall asleep, your presence still haunting my room and my soul.

*Iz