(For SDG, with respect and apologies)
It was hello and goodbye with a
fuck in between, but each time
taught her something of
herself or a man: whether
size or staying-power outdid an
ingenious tongue; if lust or
laughter mattered more; that
erectile failure wasn't her fault; that
nevertheless her mouth could
breathe life into dead things; that the
dark side of sex delighted her; that
more, harder, deeper, faster was her
Olympic oath; that the man who
took her gave her more than he who
borrowed her body then gave it back,
unsullied but unsatisfied.
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