Stories about sex V

The stoned-out writer writes quite erotically:

My body moves different!
My body moves different!
My body moves different when I'm having sex!
When I'm taking air inside my chest!
When I'm taking the man I love inside his cave...
Inside my legs, my thighs - all the way down my throat and how that thing loves to slide...
Outside - outside ...OUTSIDE!
THERE HE IS WAVING HIS THING AT ME AND WE'RE OUTSIDE!!!
Okay I'm chill,
I'm breathing,
I'm actually breathing,
I'm breathing...more and more with each stroke
Because he's pumping!
He's doing that thing men do when they get hold of a hammer!
Hitting it...
And the whole time he's looking straight into my eyes...
Do you know how deep he goes?...
How far I really see him and he sees me?...
How far my mind stretches each time I'm affirmed that I truly know him?
I know him,
I know his mind,
I know his body,
I know his spirit,
I know the real version of him - the parts he doesn't show anyone else,
I know he's mine...
You should see how my body responds to rhythm,
You should see how my eyes roll back when my heart's beating really fast,
You should see how my entire being vibrates when my toes curl,
You should see me with him,
I don't see anyone else but him.