Excerpts from “Considered allowable scenes from a late-night date-night”
I can hear his deep heavy breathing in my ear.
It pleasantly shrouds the sound of voices that are a further distance away.
His hands swarm my body, like white bloods cells fighting an infection.
The thumb of his left hand caresses the part where my ribs begin.
I flinch, not in pain, but in silent amusement.
He prods again, knowingly, and I feel his smile, the walls of immaculate smooth opalescent pillars, against my lips.