“Patrick?” she calls me. “Are you alright?”
Everything all right?
“It’s fucking great.”
She laughs and shakes her head before I make
her gasp as I fully re-enter her.
I move within her, convinced but cautious,
never taking my eyes off hers.
I want to capture every expression. She grabs
onto my shoulders and maintains visual contact the
whole time, penetrating me deeply, digging in my
soul, removing all of the weeds and every dead
flower. She takes out everything, leaving the
garden clean, free and light.
And I will never thank her enough for it.
We continue to look at each other as I move
faster and deeper and it seems I can almost see out
of her eyes, to see the better part of me that is
knocking on the door asking to come in. And I do
it, the moment in which Erin looks for my mouth
to breathe me in, I let it go free to fly and mix with
hers.
“God, Erin…” I’m so near the limit that I could
explode in a moment. “I want to hear you … and I
want to see you when you say it. My name. Only
mine.”
Erin says my name again and again first slowly
and then faster as we reach the climax together and
allow our bodies to quiver inside one another.
I rest my forehead on hers and kiss her slowly,
deeply, hoping that it will transmit what I’m
