I count on that blissful moment of thoughtlessness.

And then I roll around in bed, tired. Rearing to sleep.

When I wake up, I am replenished. I feel powerful. And then I think of you. I could run no further.

I swim. Every breathe I take is to keep my mind on the water. Underwater I try to swim as long as I can before coming up for air. I don’t know why. It’s not necessary yet I do it. I skip a second to breathe.

Keep your mind on the water.

This goes on for about eight hundred meters. And then I gasp. I am panting while clinging to the edge of the pool. I am exhausted. I lay my head back and let my body float for a while to rest. I look up to the starless sky and I close my eyes.

I opened my eyes and you are next to me. I could feel you stir. Are you pretending to be asleep?

I kiss your naked back. I kiss along the line of your spine. You stir some more. You wriggle a little bit. And you comment that the room is too dark that it makes you horny all the time.

I spoon you and make gentle thrusts on you. You moan. You like it. You turn around and put your arm around me. Your hands are all over. You grab my hand to let me know you are wet. Everything is a blur at that point. You roll on top of me. You rub yourself against me. You ride me and you say you like it. It’s incredible.

I wake up.

I wake up and see the starless sky and my body is afloat on the pool.

But I cannot lie. I am struggling emotionally. It will take a lot of time to heal. Unfortunately, like an inept writer I must remain secretive as to the cause of all this stress. At least for the time being.

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