Climbing the Hill

The seconds inch by as I fill the void of silence with the simulated moans of the busty oiled woman. The moon watches disappointedly as I race from my problems with fast-moving fingertips. Hypnotically swaying, the glow of the greasy bodies dance on my bloodshot eyes as my hands go. I feel it coming as the memories begin to peek through the mind-numbing images. Your smile as you clasped my hand in yours for the first time and said it felt natural. The smell of your sweater as you wrapped it around me after noticing the slightest shiver. The softness of your breath as you neared me to kiss my lips for the first time. My legs shook with painful pleasure as the thoughts of you burst within me like fireworks, and everything was dark and sensitive, and the credits started to roll.