“My God” he claims. “I don’t even understand your name”. “Nor will you” we state, bending down seriously to adjust my skirt and clean the dust through the wall surface off my legs.
“Thank you” I tell him, kissing him lightly in the lips.
We leave him here, within the dusty cabinet of this club, a disoriented l k that is yet satisfied their face. Walking away I am able to very nearly feel her yawning, that she-beast of mine. She’s satisfied for the time being. Tired and happy, content from the search. I am aware she’ll awaken once again quickly, lately her slumbers have now been smaller and faster. Continue reading