Tell me that story one more time.

Yes. Do not omite a coma of it. Please.

And if possible, embellishment it a bit.

Yes. I have all night to listen to it or…until desire gets us

in its teeth and fall prey to its sharp warm teeth.

I’m listening. Get closer to me. There. Put your right arm across my

chest. Your right leg on mine. Kiss me gently. Softly. As the

silk of your bra falling on my face…but, continue. Yes.

I remember that part. Oh…my hand is feeling the face of

God running up and down your thigh…sweet love. You are

sweeter than sin and honey. And I’m starting to feel I want

to die in the pyre of our desire….sweet love. Pardon me for

interrupting your story, but suddenly there is something

even more important than anything. And that is to love you.

EO