Broken Pieces

In her orgasm she finds out what she wished for most in her life. A moment without a care but filled with everything she wants.

A feeling erupting and pouring water over all her years of bush fires. The ones that spread like wildfire insecurity and lack of self love wrapped up in plain paper.

Historically built and maintained and built upon by herself. She is now the match the flame and the petrol a combustible mess. When she is occupied though by his tongue between her thighs it leaves her body writhing in moans and her completely lost in the afterglow.

Ugly broken pieces now made whole.