Touch

I cannot ever resist her touch. Her fingertips and nails biting into my flesh as I drive her towards orgasm remain the one true sensation I can feel in a world of false sentiment and unreal experiences. The feel of the sweat that beads on her skin as it merges with mine. The pressure of her breasts against my chest. The clamping of her sex around my cock as we explore each other can only add to that experience.

Those small, crescent marks on my skin in the morning reminding me that she was not just a passing wraith but my lover and now she is gone and I am once again alone.