Sexy Porn Star, Morgana Moon

A caress, the warmth of a strong body holding me against the skyline- late at night, with a cool breeze wet with rains kisses. A party filled with hipsters and well dressed artists, the band reverberates from inside the loft. The sound of glasses clinking, the wind picks up the smoke and ash from the many smokers and twirls it amongst the delirious conversations. I came for the music, I came for a friend, I came to feel less like a corporate bitch and be apart of the underground, which though often still charges a cover and has a bar, at least its less stifling.
Sitting back in the shadows, I nurse my scotch, feel the comfort from a friend and embrace the deliciousness of the moment.
“are you a couch surfer?’ someone asks me
I shake my head and exhale a swarm of smoke in the general direction, too apathetic about politeness to even bother a response, instead I take note of a sturdy hand resting on my skin, I shiver, my body excited and determined. Murmurs of love and lust muddle in the sensual sound of a masculine voice. The cities lights take me across the sky and I float on a magic carpet ride while letting my libido steer me. Over the train tracks and dirty rivers, through the brightly lit streets that dance with stilettos and viagra pills. I let it take me to a place that fills my body with amazement, a moment, a collection of moments combined to bring the purest of joys.
It is this. This is what fuels the soul.