Stretched out on the floor our 'bed of pillows' she laid between my legs me, leaning against the couch as her head and body rested on my chest, within my arms
We watched Swingers for the umpteenth time— absent-mindedly, her fingertips circled the delicate skin of my hands and wrists bewitched - I watched her, unknown relishing each caress of her fingers, deeply inhaling the smell of coconut mixed with Florida sunshine
It was alone, sad, hungry, malnourished, waiting, dreaming, waiting, out of patience, wondering why, when, and who. It was limp until a hot, wet, hungry, and searching mouth came along and devoured the piece of spaghetti. YES, hunger is an amazing thing; even a wet noddle can satisfy.
Ishtar arrives at a house that is renowned as the gateway to the world of the dead. She knocks on the door which cracks open, and Irkalla, Queen of the Dead, greets her with, “It is time to put our rivalry aside.” Ishtar says, “The last time we met on earth in the chamber of the Babylonian oracle which seemed neutral enough. But you introduced me to the wonderful world of bondage just before the Priestess intervened in your sexual diplomacy.” Irkalla, “She...