Gabriella Mora

Every muscle was engaged, stretched, flexed. Her hair was wildly misplaced, and delicate beads of sweat gathered at her temples. The weight above her was crushing, yet exhilarating; she accepted, gave in, and craved the energy that galloped unremittingly towards her, through her. Yet, she met each moment with her own defiance. He could feel it permeating, could see it in her eyes, and he knew: in those early morning hours, he was invited, accepted, and wanted in a place where no one was allowed.