Author S. K. Nicholas

Between your legs and between your dreams, I’m as lost as I ever was. Between the walls, this summer heat causes us to swim in each other’s sweat but the sense of intimacy it brings outweighs the drawbacks a million times over. Sliding down the length of your body I suckle your breast while slipping in a finger or two. Maybe three, it depends on how relaxed you are. You jokingly tell me it’s gross as I pull out and sniff a finger and growl, but it makes me come alive, so much so that what follows sees no romance only desire and instinct on a level few have the time or ability to recognise. Like the animal I am, I move in and become you, and in return, you invite me to untether myself as much as possible until there are no walls left between us. As one, we kiss and speak words the universe will never know. When I cup your breast and tell you stories concerning my childhood, you let it be known that my childhood holds no interest for you as your absence from it renders it meaningless. Together, we have no history outside of our collision. Together, there is nothing but us. After we shiver and kick and kiss and howl, I lay the duvet down on the floor. Grabbing a few pillows, you fluff them up while I roll us a few smokes, and when I’m done, you place your chin on my raised knee and prop yourself against me. Pressing my nose into your hair and breathing you in, I scratch your back and tell you about a dream I had a few days ago. We were by the coast, but the oceans had evaporated, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but an unseen land that spoke to us of secrets and truth and the beauty that can be found where others find only absence. When I’m done explaining my vision that ends with the discovery of what’s left of The Titanic and how we explored the crumbling remnants that remain of it, you lie down on your belly letting sleep get the better of you. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I tell you that you’re my girl and kiss your neck, and then soon enough darkness swallows us up and spits us out someplace far from home.

A Journal for Damned Lovers on Amazon.co.uk

A Journal for Damned Lovers on Amazon.com