Sitting at the bar counter, I felt the people coming and going, moving behind me, talking, laughing, dancing, sweating,

Sitting at the bar counter, I felt the people coming and going, moving behind me, talking, laughing, dancing, sweating, drinking. I noticed the men's gazes on my body, some insinuation, some comment, but they were all rejected, today was not the day for any of them. The people I had fun around me, I flirted, I made the most of the night, and the atmosphere smelled of love bar, of male sweat and women's perfume, smelled of young and mature bodies looking for a way out of their dull lives, someone to spend some time with and laugh, and kiss and caress, and forget for a few moments that life can be so cruel...or maybe he had only been cruel to me, and I liked to think that everyone around me All around shared my mood. But surely it was not like that, and my body was the only cold in that cauldron of sweat and alcohol. I hadn't drunk too much, because I liked to finish my drinks. slowly, and see my reflection at the bottom of each glass, and how that reflection He would look back and tell me something I didn't want to hear, and maybe he would continue drinking, to silence that voice, a voice that got into the depths of my mind, of my soul, and reminded me of things I was trying to forget, told me what I should have done or said, it reminded me of what I had come to and where I was at. But I didn't want to continue drinking, nor did I want to go home, I didn't want to return to the silence and darkness of my four walls; I was at that point in that you are left undecided, not knowing what to do, looking at the little that remains of your last drink, but not wanting to leave the premises, unconsciously praying that something make your luck change, because the dice take one last turn before landing on the mat and the number you see is the one you were eagerly waiting for. I raised the look for a moment, perhaps to ask the man for a last drink after all. waiter, when I saw your eyes. You looked at me with such great intensity that it made me uncomfortable. I looked away and ignored you with contempt, as I had done with everyone that evening. This wasn't one of those boy meets girl nights, it was all very much more depressive and gloomy. But I looked again, I don't know why, but I raised my eyes againand there you were still, on the other side of the bar, staring at me, with a intensity that chilled my blood. And suddenly I became aware that I was returning the gaze, and it was difficult for me to look away. I'm always the one who scares the flies with an icy look full of contempt, when I don't want them to botherbut in this case it was you who had hypnotized me, and suddenly my Cold blood began to boil when you smiled at me. It was not an innocent smile, and your eyes pierced me when you looked at me, they were as deep as the ocean, so mysterious and unfathomable like a black holeand I fell into that black hole, to never leave again. Almost without realizing it you were by my side, offering me a cigarette and asking me my name. The smoke passing to me lungs and the last sip of my glass calmed me down and I became master of myself again. same; Your voice spoke to me, soft, and as deep and disturbing as your eyes. While your lips spoke, your eyes traveled over my body with the most absolute of impudence, as if they recorded me in your memory to remember me with after that night, and they would like to remember me how I was dressed that night. night: the blood-red blouse that hugged my body, unbuttoned just enough to incite the gaze of men and make them sigh imagining what else covers the fabric; a black skirt, mid-thigh, hiked up when sitting on the stool, letting the slit on one side allow you to see more of my thigh than you would otherwise convenient and discreet; black silk stockings; black, shiny shoes, with infinite heels. You told me that you had been watching me for a long time, how I had ignored and despised everyone who had wanted to invite me to a drink, how I had been there alone, drinking, drowning my life and my sorrows in a glass after glass, and you asked me if I would despise you too, or if I would consent to let myself be accompanied by you. You told me you had nothing to do offer me, just your eyes, your smile, and a drink that you would like to invite me to. Suddenly I didn't want to be alone anymore, and I accepted your company. We sat at the back, where the light was dimmer, the music allowed one to speak calmly, and the caresses of newly met lovers They went unnoticed. We sit and toast to a chance encounter, to an uninteresting past and an uncertain future, we toast the present, our present, because it was the only thing we had and the only thing that was interested None of us were interested in the insubstantial conversation, and we moved on to talk about us, while our eyes looked longingly at each other, and wandered towards our respective bodies. I crossed my legs, my skirt rolled up with intention, and my tongue passed over my lips after taking a drink; you separated a little legs, anxious for him to see the bulge that appeared in your crotch, while your eyes were lost in my neckline. Our bodies spoke for themselves alone, transmitting everything that our words had the modesty to express; Our bodies spoke, they told us what we wanted, their vocabulary was primal, almost animal, but it worked. One hand went around my shoulders, another He caressed one of my knees, moving without fear of rejection along my thighand lips approached mine. I closed my eyes and the contact was electric shockthey stayed there, touching mine, for secondsthe tip of your tongue brushed them...I took mine out and our tips touched, they tasted each other, They caressedour mouths opened in unison and we merged in a kiss which caused spasms of pleasure throughout my body. Your hand left my thigh and He placed him delicately on one of my breasts, and without stopping kissing, he You massaged gently. You unbuttoned a button on my blouse and put your hand in inside, caressing my breasts over my bra, playing with my nipples through the black fabric. You left my mouth and went on to kiss my neck, while I sighed and one of my hands, without being able to control it, caressed your crotch, noticing the hardness you were hiding and that he was eager to release. Us We kissed again, this time with more eagerness, and your hand left my breasts to back to my thigh, I uncrossed my legs, you knew what I wanted, which was the same What did you want? You put your hand under my skirt and reached for my panties. You caressed me, you rubbed me over them, until they were wet, then your fingers parted the fabric and entered me, making my sighs They turned into moans of pleasure and desire. I whispered to you that please me you will take somewhere. We got up, straightened our clothes a little, and went. You told me that you didn't live far, and on the way I thought if I would be doing well, but then I looked at you, and my doubts disappeared, because I had decided that I didn't want to be alone that night, and I knew that you would give me everything what my body needed. When we got to your house we didn't waste any time, and while we kissed desperately, your hands anxiously searched for my blouse, my bra, frantically trying to get them off, breaking buttons, scratching my skin in your frenzy; you finally got it and admired my breasts, licking them gently at first, running your tongue over all its roundness, the areolas, the nipples, replacing the tongue with the teeth, to bite me and make me moan. The frenzy and desire ended our clothes on the floor, scattered haphazardly, masculine and feminine revolts, as if our own clothes wanted to imitate us and They scrambled among themselves. And we there, lying, naked, on the ground, between our clothes, forgetting everything, with only one thing in mind: appease the desire and lust that consumed us. Languages that fight, that engage in combat desperate; fingers running over the skin, fingertips feeling every pore, every hair, every mole, every drop of sweat, softness, roughness, on the surface and in the deepest hidden; eyes that do not see beyond the other, the world does not exist, not even this room, just us, our bodies, our saliva and our sweat, our desire, our heat; a heat that burns us, that scorches us, that makes us that we melt and that our bodies merge into one, there are not two, only one, we are one; tongues that impregnate our bodies with saliva, our skin, not an inch of unexplored skin; a thousand caresses, a thousand kisses, a thousand sensations, a thousand words; a thousand smells, a thousand flavors, a thousand moans, a thousand screams; all my being within you, all your being within me; a whirlwind, a cyclone, everything spins, faster and faster, eyes closed, I don't want to look, just feel; an explosion; and the calm. We lay there, recovering, panting like two dogs after a frenetic race. We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, something embarrassed by the speed of the outcome, but without needing to excuse ourselves, because we knew that always that first dust is the child of longing and despair, but then something slower and just as pleasant would come. so you fucked me by the hand, and you led me to your bedroom, to your bed. No luxuries, the minimum for a man, enough for me that night, just you, me, and a bed. The night progressed to the rhythm of our caresses, our kisses, our moans and sighs, our lust. Orgasms are things happened, we tried positions, we experimented, but in the end we were nothing more than a man and a woman, repeating the same ritual as millions and millions like we had done, were doing at that time, and would do, until the end of the time. Saliva, sweat, semen, fluids, blood. Aromas, sounds, smells, silences Words, screams, whispers. Caresses, scratches. Endless contradictions flooded our senses and gave meaning to that night, we They gave what we needed, what we longed for, what we craved and we needed, without questions, doubts, obligations, or demands. Two people, two ships that cross each other in the middle of the immensity of the ocean, in what deeper into the night, and they manage to forget for a few hours that life is cruelest joke, without caring about being the pastime of someone superior to we, like goldfish in a fish tank, like animals in a cage, embraced between the sheets, ignoring everything around us. That night I loved you like no woman has ever loved, and you You loved like no man ever loved. And with the sun and the light everything ended, like a dream that little by little evaporates, and that we try to retain, but it escapes us between the fingers, the faces blur, the places are erased, until there is no longer We remember nothing. It's all over. We say goodbye, knowing that soon tonight It would only be a memory, the details, like dreams, would fade, your face would be erased, until I was no longer able to remember you, I would concentrate, I would I would try, and I would realize how futile my attempts were. I thanked you, for making my life for one night something more than a series of gray days and monotonous, something pretty, something with color. Your room smelled of sweat and sex, your kiss on my lips as farewell, your eyes on mine as I left your home. Goodbye my love. (Dedicated to all those who need love, to those who have, those who find it one night, and those who are missing it, because it will find)