Manual 232 Collage

1975, Rio de JaneiroSo far, so close Almost invisibly, entered the room only seen before through the lens of a telescope. On the bed, there was still his heat that seemed to be there waiting for the occasion, as well as a few hairs on the sheets wrinkled by the night's sleep. He could still see his skin, his pores and feel the slight movement of his body caused by breathing, which increased bit by bit with excitement. Doucement. I could smell, but I wanted the flavor. Sought increasingly strong stimulation. Not only wanted to be close, but within a body that was not his. First one foot, then another; one hand and the other soon after. Then plunged headlong. Finally he was no longer himself. He was another.