Once I fell inlove with a physicist. He used to take me out and say: I love bringing stuff to you. We met on a bar, I asked for a ride home he said: buy me a drink, I went to ask for his drink he said: are you crazy?
He bought beer for both of us and then took me home. Back then I was shallow enough to think that him being such a nerd sex would be lame.
In the darkness of his room, with drawings of black holes looking at us, he grabed my hips and push his desires inside of me with the force of a bull.
I lay down on my back and dedicated to kiss him madly, sucking and biting his lips, as my surprised body shivered i his hands.
We fucked in his house, in his car, in my room.
We ate pasteles as he told me he once held a lions cub in his arms.
He played in a jazz band and dedicated me Led Zepellin songs.
He used to bite my waste and drive me crazy
Sometimes I miss him.
