You made me lose control by turning me into art. An unexpected act directed by your fingers. Your lips and tongue moistened my ear lobe as the sound of your breath echoes through my body. My consciousness intrigued by the intractable language my body spoke. Faster as my legs start to shake. Faster. As my moaning gives direction. Your lips around my *******, my neck, my mouth. Our tongues wrestling if it was sorting issues out. Faster. As my breathing gives you confirmation. Faster. As my forehead is getting covered with damp. Faster as my body lets go, and welcomes you in the form of shaking legs and involuntary muscle contractions. Welcomes you in a horrified pure way. Into the world behind the walls and masks. I welcomed you and myself into a non existence world of vulnerability. And you wrapped your arms around me and kissed my forehead. Telling me that it is okay. And you smiled when I looked you in the eye. And pulled me even closer. It was all okay. Life, for a moment, was more than okay