I want to tell you about a place that you won’t ever see and I won’t see again. The
walls were peach and the bed was low and the smell of the atlantic was heartbreaking.
There are nights in your life when the sensuality is dizzying. I am in my early 30s now
and it still happens, happens strongly, but the innocence is gone, the hesitation.
My hand skated down her back, down her spine, so shy, and her lips were on
my shoulder as we listened to mazzy star. She smelled like raspberries and her
tongue finally was like liquid in my mouth.
The music and the ocean were in my ears and it was suffocating. Her skin
tasted like flowers, her hair hibiscus; my skin felt like the tropics, hot and wet
and sticky.