November 17, 2006
There was a sweet taste on her lips. Her body was warm and powerful against my bruised and battered presence, and her hands felt so rapturous as they brushed over my tender neck and back. She intoxicated me yet again and I was so enchanted with her playfulness that I lost all my fears and inhibitions. We danced and flirted to the throbbing industrial pulse pushing out of the speakers, but soon we broke from the floor to whisper softly to each other. With all pretense gone we became like conquistadors hell bent on conquering each other. It was perfect.