The Sounds of Color

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Four hours never passed so quickly.  So richly.

The colors and sounds are in my mind- white sheets,  our skin,  the grey in your eyes;  red strawberries and sun- dappled pineapple,   your dark coffee,  mine with cream;   the mahogany headboard,  the black and metal of the cuffs,  the blond and silver in your hair.

I can clearly hear the laughter after the roughness,  the sound of your breathing when I rise above you,  the intense agony in your throat when I move even the slightest bit after. 

She  remembers all of it,  the language of his hips,  the sounds of the joining.

for Reticent Mental Property, photo credit to Loisaba.com, Kenya.

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