The clock ticks, and tocks...
The moments rush past faster than the oxygen which enters our lungs...
Her hands claw into my spine with such intense energy...
At last, a calm looms upon both her and I...
Like that of the waves of the sea crashing gently upon the shore...
Her pressure loosens...
Lapping her lips with her tongue, she draws in closer and whispers in my ear: "Play me, like you play your guitar—caressing each finger carefully and meticulously on each and every note."
Moments after moments lapsed upon one another...
Our eyes lock time and time again...
The never-ending lust...
The candle that never stopped burning...
The song which never stopped serenading...
The sweat trickled down my chest, as she stroked her fingers through my hair, and at once lost all her energy...
Falling back gracefully into our pillow of comfort, she said,
"This love will never last."
A flash of bright light beamed at me from all corners of my vision!!
My heart started pounding intensely!!
All at once... I awoke to find myself in cold sweat, panting and murmuring,
"I know... I know..."
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Armand Slayer
Hello there, I'm Armand, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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This piece feels deeply intimate, like a snapshot of raw human connection where passion and vulnerability blur. The sensuality is vivid without being crass—it’s poetic, intense, yet emotional. I felt the weight of desire, but also the ache of truth in the line: “This love will never last.” That one hit like a gut punch—it’s almost like the whole dream was a desperate clinging to something already slipping away. The twist at the end, waking up in cold sweat, adds a surreal and almost tragic touch. It’s like the mind trying to hold onto a beautiful moment it knows isn’t real anymore—or maybe never was. It’s romantic, haunting, and honest. That’s what I got from it.