The Importance of Being.....

So....Ive seen him a lot over the past week. The grilfriend officially moved out on Monday, not that her being around has ever made a difference. Actually, I don't give a flying continental if she is around or not as long as I get what I want.
The most recent time we were together, we both did a drug we don't normally do. I'm not sure if it was my paranoia but it messed with our chemistry and was a bit of an anti climax. It was very much a case of dont try and fix something that ain't broken!
There were a lot of silences. They weren't bad...they never are, but the quiet periods on this particular night were loud. It felt like I was having a conversation with him but from my mind to his. Nothing was actually being vocalised.
Swans are the most elegant things. On the surface they seem to glide calmly, never letting go of their dignity and poise. We do not see, nor do we speak of the hard work their little legs are doing underneath. They are forever pushing against the current, keeping themselves afloat, manouvering from one direction to the other. We just see their radiant beauty, regardless of the webbed strength below!

She lays on the bed, the front of her body pushing hard against the whiteness of a sheet, her legs outstretched.
A finger passes along her upturned foot, brushing along the arch, it flicks and curls. His hand trails the length of her leg, tracing the carved silhouette of each and every muscle. His lips sink onto her skin, teeth scraping at her flesh.
Her hair is pulled away from her neck and the cool, damp of his tongue is felt. She is spun onto her back, her hands pull at the sheets as his mouth disappears between her thighs.
A mass of knotted hair tosses from one side to the other and even while she tries to stay silent, fleeting moans escape her bitten lips.
She claws at his hair and uses all her strength to pull him onto her.
Nails redden his flesh, hands bruise her skin. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, each time is better than the last.
The sheets are wet,there's no air in the room. All she can smell is him. Him and sex....and she loves it.