A “sign” that had 5 letters on it…
I was foolish and he was desperate…
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I was foolish and he was desperate for a “sign” that had 5 letters on it and started with an “H”. We’d been wandering the streets kissing and feeding our hungry desire. The streets had charm and appeal — but no signs starting with an “H”. This was a sign, I said, a sign to stop fooling around, stop fooling ourselves. But just as I said that, his eyes saw a blessing named Hotel.
We were in the room, impatient to close the door, to rush towards celebrating our feral desires and start freeing ourselves from the barriers made of fabric. Pants were on the floor, then the hand bag, shoes, and the room key. We didn’t have time to remove our coats nor search for the lights, and didn’t need to. We felt blindly for the edge of the bed. He turned me around and rubbed his hard magic wand against my thighs. He felt my wetness, he heard me moan.
But we stopped. The condom. He got confused with the wrapper, I went to the bathroom… and the magic was gone… We were there, in the darkness, fooled by our desires, fooled by the gods.
Silently, we lay side by side under the veiled canopy over the bed. We didn’t know how or where to look for those secret passages to the path on which the gods do not peek.
But we were free. We were in the present. We wanted to fool them all again. He began touching me with tenderness, kissing me all over. These caresses carried me into a state of euphoric lightness.
We both wished to stay under that veiled canopy all night, in that exceptional state of smooth pleasure. I never felt this before, so elated. How can a caress have such an effect? I didn’t even know what to call it.
We left it there. We had fooled the limited powers of magic by letting tender caresses lead us to ecstasy. But we needed to leave. One more polyamorous evening had come to an end. He watched my thighs disappear into the cab, filling the space with a bliss that stretched endlessly between us…
