after threesome
the three of us against the world
My heart is thumping. The percussion emits unfiltered rapture throughout the room. Skin and sweat are interchangeable now. Tonight, the rhythm is my salvation.
The more I move, the more spiritual I feel. I’m almost in the middle of nowhere. The surge of ecstasy is flowing in my veins. I want the whole world to witness this moment.
There was never any ‘good girl’ left in me. For a fleeting second, I surrender my vision. Be not ashamed, I chanted. For I, the gate of the body and the soul. Thankyou, Mr. Whitman.
I came back to reality. I can’t seem to slow down. That’s it. I might crash. This is my endgame.
This frail, organic, humanly vessel of mine. Pushed to its limit. Acting within my nature. I’m in my element. This floor belongs to me.
In the midst of my heavenly pursuit of pleasure, I found this dance floor. Life’s more fun when you make bad decisions, no?
Although the floor is packed, there’s no audience to perform. There’s just me. I am my own temple and my heart is a holy shrine. My appetite for hedonism is almost sensual.
I pushed for more time. Endless thrills radiate from my smile. If I could capture a moment, freeze it in a time bubble, and put it on a frame — this would be it.
My body is overheating. Always had the feeling I’m wearing one too many layers. Realisation hits like a truck. I am tearing through the body mesh. Exposing myself to gods.
Everyone’s immersed in their own high. Indulging the erratic tempo. Each moment feels like a victorious crescendo. We become slaves to the orgasmic flow. All devoted to the one and only mistress of ceremonies.
Rip the bandages. Do it until you bleed. When your bare bones are exposed, strike some more. The only way out is through, my love.
I have an ache. I’m tasting intensity on the tip of my tongue. Red-hot, flaming intensity. It’s an echo to my past self. An echo so primitive, it transcends time and language.
Suffering must end — begin anew.
I’m a Nile of magnetism. My garden is overflowing with flower. I’m the object of desire for those who yearn. My presence is celebrated. My lips are worshipped. My motions are cherished.
Labels won’t stick. I’m an agent of freedom. The eclectic ripples of life have been mastered. I owe it all to this juncture.
I’m just about sober. False or true, pleasures breed pleasures. I’m here for a good time. I’ll linger long enough. Unwilling to relinquish this delight.
The horizon reveals what we already knew. The first light emerged. The roaring melody turns reverb. It was the sole background of the awakening.
Can you keep a secret?
Whatever happens, it’s between me, the dance floor, and the rhythm.
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