Her Comfort.

Day and night seems to have merged, Weak with desire I sank into her arms. The touch of Senorita’s smooth skin, felt like ice on my scorched skin. I was delirious like insane Spanish bull, whispering strange meaningless words to her. My face resting in the curve of her neck and, her strong comforting arms wrapped around me like a blanket. It was uncanny how easily I melted and, morphed into her skin and became her. Our relationship was something between friendship and love, something which I had not experienced in real life. The comfort I felt by being with her, Was like fluid with no spaces in-between.