the sheen of your skin beneath the thin silken cloth that covers but
doesn't conceal; when the warmth of your breath rises to meet my
face, and your muscles strive, and teeth clench; when my lips, in
tracing a slow crooked path down the velvet of your belly, feels the
trembling and writhing, I smile. . .
because I know the sweetness of your passion will soon be bursting
on my lips, and across my tongue, and through my mind. . .
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the philosopher's response to my craigslist post, arriving 2 hours and 21 minutes after my ad appeared.