Viewing the local antiquities

With Brenda on top 
(new to me, then) I, still all the way up her: fully penetrated: my hands on her hips: having just come, using her generous (overweight) roommate's actual bed, with headboard, clean sheets, and boxspring:

still hard, pulsing fitfully in the aftershocks—

looking forward to where we were joined saw her bush at my underbelly, raised my eyes, smiling:

She gazed down, smiling:

"I love you," she said.

And I felt my face fall.



I can always get such a sence of what you are feeling just by your words. You are an amazing writer my friend.

By Blogger Jenn, at September 09, 2004 11:42 AM  

I've known that feeling too.

By Blogger dangerouspenguin, at September 09, 2004 9:41 PM  

Ah, me too.

One winter, I had a lover, wild and uninhibited, brought out the whore in me. Best sex I ever had. One day in spring, gazing down at me, his sweat dripping onto me, he said, "I'm gonna marry you."

A door in my heart slammed shut.

On the other hand, you might have laughed it off. Unlike the antiquated cast-iron cuffs of marriage, the bonds of love are silken and easily loosed. Even when tightly-knotted, they can be swiftly slashed.

DTG xxoo

By Blogger DTG, at September 10, 2004 7:34 AM  

Nicely put DTG. More like STG there.

By Blogger dangerouspenguin, at September 10, 2004 8:27 PM  

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By Blogger Smallman, at October 16, 2005 11:50 PM  

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