THAT SUMMER I learned a lot that summer. Like it doesn't always rain when it thunders.
I learned about that groaning, ponderous, heavy-laden death in my muscles when we finished. And how she became weightless.
I learned a little Portuguese and how to cook moqueca.
I learned how to swim naked in the black of the ocean when the moon is new and how to time the waves to match her whimpers.
I learned the blurry distinction between love and lust; and how to push the boundaries of each.
I learned to love that sweet-sour metallic scent of sweat as it dries on the skin.
I learned who she was.
And who I wished I wasn't.
smiles and nods
Perfect…
That last line .... it can be understood several ways .... or so it seems to me.
Interesting.
~simply purrs~
I love summers ...
Well done!