Hoodie Warming

It was snowing. They were together in the blanket. The snow covering the trees was visible from the glass windows. It’s been so long since they’ve been together and today was the day, society can go to hell, it’s a mutual conclusion. She keeps her head on his chest slowly breathing making the fabric on his hoodie warm. Have they come here together just for cuddling? no one knows that, even they don’t know. But it feels good, after ten long years when they had chosen each other instinctively. The unconscious can identify soulmates in a snap they say and it happened to both of them and back then there was no time for courting, neither time nor the privilege so they decided to fuck, hard and dirty. It’s been ten years since that chance meeting after which their paths diverged. True love still has to live under the balls of society. Genuine self-expression is a no no in this world of whoring out yourself for performance. He runs his fingers on her hair. Luscious hair. It’s still snowing and they are comfortable. He runs his finger on her lips. She is a few years older than him, but he likes to play daddy and she is kind enough to let him play. Time passes slowly but fast for them as fast as when you are writing an exam where you know all the answers. No hard fucking, no dirty tricks. It’s all they want. It’s a shame that cleanliness has to hide in fear of filth. The purity of something is now just a brand name and does not indicate the true nature of the product.