He spits in my mouth, and I am patient. He is masterful and I go down, down, all the way down. I am a star between his legs. A god damn shining star. No one can take that from me. He’ll get to me eventually, Don’t worry, my dear. And when he finally gets to the bottom of my glass, he finds me screaming. One, two times, rising into a tangled sleep. Forgetting, as we do, who we are beyond this bed and what we’ve done earlier today. Then forgetting about consciousness altogether. 

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