Monday, 2 May 2011


The energy was entrancing, unexpected. We'd only just met and we were alone, together, joyous. (I cast away the doubt; tried ignored the contemptuous, selfish streak.)

Naked in the heat. Voices unknowing in the distance. We fumble energetically. We grope wildly. We drink in the sweet smell of fresh sweat; the perfect perfume. Cascading ripples of perspiration announce a moan of delight. And then we quickly dressed; nothing remained of our encounter.

Tomorrow expect nothing. There was no name, no contact number, no matter how much I begged, just disdain. The pity was palpable and only made us meeting again the more remote.

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