Champagne
"Stars when you shine you know how I feel, scent of the pine you know how I feel, oh, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel."
It was all red and yellow in the dim light of the room. It was all turbid. It was all sensation. Pain. Pleasure. The two P words, they were all there. Candles. Emotions, violence. Turns. Circles. A kiss and a bed. Shoes and clothes all over the place. Sensations were all back. But they never really left. Groans, screams, whispered voices in one heat and in one motion. One body. Eyes met eyes. Mouth met mouth. Hands all over.
The heat was rising. So was the pain. There was a thin line there and then was nothing. Just a man and a woman coming down from a great wave of pleasure.
"I still know nothing about you."
Sweat. Gasping breaths. Champagne.