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Natalia, and John
I could smell the warm leather of his coat from a mile away. The familiar creases in the buttery folds, worn and precious as his smile. The same vacant room above the street, rented room .25 cents an hour. We met here nearly every night for the better part of two years.
He stripped the coat and laid bare, his saintly body spread across the rumpled sheets. A hastily made bed for its next hasty lovers; we were no such creatures, he and I.
His lips grazed mine, finding an eager witness to its miracles.
Oh, to be hungered by you, charmed and petted, kissed and caressed as only long-time lovers’ could achieve.
I am your deepest martyr, your one desire, give yourself to me, he uttered, utterly terrifying and divine and terribly terribly free.
Oh, involatile lover, sputter and cry out my name. For I am yours, can’t you know? You’re my deepest desire, my one true country ‘tis of thee.
He sought purchase in my flesh, his one caress as slow and languid and long as the mind of god.
I gave to him, all that I could, feeling it between my fingertips and through my tongue, a taste of love passed back and forth between two gentle beings in a night so frayed by atrocities. On this night, with my man nestled between my legs and pursuing depths I’d never known could be reached…
