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He looks down at es back intoas deeply as he can I look at his face, contorted with passion and I ht hours when I have been so happy, will no longer fillhappy that I had theift I eather the winter and one day, April will coain

Slowly, I becoh e in his face I see he is ready to cli me come

His thrusts becoher and more forceful as he slides in and out ofquicken, his nostrils flare, and the muscles of his neck and shoulders work as he pu o until I do

I feel the cli tunnel, al to come Not when I’m in this mood

‘Sorry I don’t think I can coize

‘There’s no rush Just relax and let it come, Tasha’

All his ht His control is barely leashed ‘Don’t wait for me,’ I whisper

‘You’re coht,’ he says, his brow clinched together in concentration

He bends his head and suckspleasure in ers clench into his shoulders The jolts of sensation roan and he increases the pace of his thrusts

I wrap o, come what may

His movements become even harsher and faster

The train starts hurtling towardshappens For a moment I disappear The moment is infinitesi that second I’er me, an individual, or confined tono limitation, infinite

There it is, the true secret of sexual orgasm in its purest form

Melting and beco one with the trees, the stars, the sky, the rocks, the ocean, the e, the good into bad, night into day, death into life, and back again That singleyears in a monastery or temple It is that moment Baba spoke of when you enter a lake and meet your own soul

Then the moment is over and I am just a woman underneath her man

I look into his eyes and they are so … so very sad I want to reach out a hand and touch his cheek I want to tell him I love him, but I can do neither, my hands are immobilized, and my mouth will not move

I look up at him fro on his elbows, his breathing deep and heavy as he stares down at me

Twenty-eight

Tasha Evanoff

Beneath Your Beautiful