Vanillamoonlight

 Dear Juan Antonio  with thirst in your eyes and an unquenchable desire you shake my world with every step you take, every pronounced word uttered from the slit of your lips  The depth of your voice, the framework of your defined shoulders, and pillow like hair entrapped me.  gifted hands diligently work day in and night out  Effortlessly they glide across your wet soapy skin tenderly you stroke him, exclaiming with each tug a lingering need for her The taste of her tongue skipping in and out of your mouth The feel of her manicure deep, sunk in your skin The smell of her hair entangled in your salt and pepper The sight of her breast bouncing as she rides you The sounds of her moans whispered into your ear and tingled with kisses and licks        

    The week began the same, Facetimes at the crack of down.  The cold winter wind hitting Bec’s cheeks and Ali’s salt and pepper beard as they paced around the lake. Rebecca always slowed-legged, jogged to keep up with Ali; he’d push her and motivate her... Rebecca’s world at home was always changing a week with her sister a week without her. She had wished they spent more time together but that’s not her priority. Her mind was racing with the candor of Ali’s face, his sweet skin and soft hands that touched her in places she’s been craving for. Ali dealing with things at home, that would consist of many kids and one very cute dog.   They were cemented in each other’s mind, Ali would surprise Becca at Target when she was done with her errands to run off on a date, she would run at Lake Merritt without him and find him on the trial hiding from her, and after the fire market he would be there ready to pick her up. Every Thursday and Friday the Fire Market was goin...