10 November 2008

A Passing Thought (in pronouns)

They sit on either side of me and I can feel their hands--- his steel-hardened, hers soft and tentative. I kiss them in turn, enjoy the press of her ample breasts against mine, the feel of his breath at my neck.
That ache which had threatened–– it’s back.
I feel it in the pit of my stomach and pounding, pounding in my head and...
It’s too soon. Too fast.

In the cab home, I have a passing thought.

He won.

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