Don’t think. Feel. You know what you want. Sure, the moment has eclipsed you a dozen times before but you have me here now. I am ready. Meet my gaze. Follow my fingers up to my elbow, shoulder, clavicle, neck, jaw, lobe, canal, socket, iris, eye. Now, what do you see? Can you feel my wanton energy? Accept my cavalier disregard. Disrobe me here and now. Don't you dare? Who cares who comes by. This is what you've wanted for some time. Do you care? Take it, take it. Here, let me help. Good.

Now relax your grip, no fists. Unlock your ankles and lean in. Must I do everything? Prying you open, showing you what goes where. Can't I forget and let this wave wash me out to sea? No. I remember myself. I’m trapped in this body you clumsily handle, which you cannot handle. As if I’m your first. As if we're too pure. Our minds know what we want.

Try again, won't you? Go as slow as you please. Only don’t pull where one should push and be frank in your want. Take what is given, what is offered. Lest I misjudged. I see. This is all with me. I've polluted you with my fantasy. There, there, don't bemoan your innocence. I couldn't have been first to watch it go. Now it’s all undone. Look, neither one of us is burned. You've nary moved from your chair and I've remained here, watching, waiting to be released.

What’s that? Who goes there? You'll do. Come here and help me fasten my shoe. My ankle is aching and I won’t get too far. A lift? That'll do. Come take me by and we'll go off, us two. You live close by? Sure, let’s drop in and have a drop and drop off. After you.