Camila + Haruki
In the kitchen, I fell in love all over again with Camila. She was sprawled on my couch, naked as a fetal bird, her face flushed with red wine, SX-3, and telepathic sexuality (maybe for my return? Maybe for our sexual reunion?). She was practically beckoning me to join her on the couch, her legs half-closed like a riddle, a deep euphoric smile plastered over her face. So many dirty little things came to mind.