A Taste of Summer in Nara

The city screams all day, a relentless noise that gets under my skin. But here? Here is the silence I've been starving for.

She smells like warm sugar and hay, this creature with eyes too old for her face. She doesn't care about rent or deadlines; she just wants what's in my hand, or maybe it's me. That wet nose brushing against my ribs sends a jolt straight through the blue of my dress.

I lean down until our breath mingles, warm and heavy. In this ancient shadowed temple yard, there is no distance between us. Just hunger meeting warmth.

Editor: Desire Line