New York City, the buildings dwarfing me, the crowds eating me, and spitting me out in an awkward bird like check...my position. Just don't fucking trip.
It was my first experience with this hydra of a city...this perfect grid...even it's even-ness, it's perfect edges, gave me pleasure.
I wanted a drink, but I was loathe to slink into any bar, even though I was the Slink, the Perv, the Shade...
Pulling my low slung jeans around my hips, the thong look went out in 2002, but I had the sweet lacy white kind. Not whore black. And I was confident in that degree of underwear...So, confident that I bought a matching bra.
Pretty people graced my shoulders, dancers who barely touched the pavement, models who made it a point to stomp their shoes, actors wearing squared off no-skid shoes, pulsing and writhing in walk, to the next hot place...To be with the hot people.
Hot people...beautiful people, male or female, there wasn't a line. That line that keeps us all hugging ourselves and crossing our legs or ankles on the bus...the line was blurred. Slippery bits of my being, those ambiguous thoughts that poke out of my ears.
I found a small bar...it wasn't on the map, but it had a screaming fireplace, so I stayed.
The bartender's breasts swayed as she shook a drink. Wouldn't I love to cup those breasts...I wanted to hold her and feel her push up those beautiful mounds in my face.
I asked for wine.
Sipping and lost, I felt a hand on my hip.
'Kid, you lost?" her hand went lower...
"Maybe,"
She began to kiss my neck, she began to kiss my chest.
Beauty in workman's overalls...black hair cut close to her head, eyes like fresh soil, or a sunset, depending on the light.
"It's It o'clock!" the bar thinned out, and she took my hand...
She put her hand in my jeans..."Come with me.."
"I can't, I just got married, " I said...
She laughed, dimples as deep as canyons..."So?"
She cupped my breasts, and licked my nipple..I gasped. She bit, I dug into her back, despite myself.
Then she kissed me, her lips like mine, but thicker, I felt my body relax, and a warmth spilled out of me...I kissed back. The women were looking at us now...
She pushed her hands inside of me, then the women around us did the same...The lights became arguable...lights or am I falling?
She worked her fingers into me, and the women pulled off my shirt, like Shiva, hands and fingers, lips and mouths, arms and soon legs. Open like the halls of heaven, or Hell...
My clothes were tugged from my body, and so many pink and red tongues consumed me.
I took a breast in my hands, I put my mouth to an aching, erect nipple. I could feel the tongues sucking my cleft, flicking my point...
They came upon me in a wave of scent, sex, I felt their ecstasy all over me, as we slid in a lake of our own making. My body tensed, and she dug into me, her tongue and mouth strawberry red with sucking. The women moaned...the sky broke light.
I wanted to say thank you, but they all disappeared.
