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.