Somehow that night i felt it again.

That rush i perceived when i was with him.

The way something just crawls up my spine.

That pulsive incline.

It might have been his nails in my back.

Or maybe it was his lips on my neck.

The rush was so electic and shocking.

His foreign language sensualy whispering.

Uneasy and reckless but so hard not to give in.

Faster, my whole body quit shivering.

"Mais fundo? Mais rapido? Mais duro?"

are his words softly whispering into my ear.

After slowly stopping ,to him i adhere.

Drinking up the restless night.

Peaceful, calm and finally alright.