I was eating her out, you know, we had had a few beers
and gone back to my place to listen to some records;
good shit. We smoked a joint, got high…talked about
Religion. Finally, we got to bed and we started making
out. I got her clothes off. She helped me get my clothes
off. We had done all this before many times. It’s how
we liked to do it, and I loved getting down there between
her legs because she loved it—she really let herself go,
really gave in, squirmed around and ran her hands through
my hair, that always got me going. I pushed and I spread
and I ate my way inside.

I could still hear her out there, lashing about sex…
I walked around, I touched the walls, they were thick
with blood and pushed back against my hands.
I was moving ankle deep along her vaginal walls.
I seemed to be looking for something, but nothing
in particular came to mind… anything, almost, would do.
I was exploring. I found a stack of porno mags. (I knew
she would have porno mags!) Nobody else was around.
I didn’t bother finding my way out. I came across a
library filled with books, I looked at the titles on
the spines of the books, most were written in a foreign
language, or they were books I’d never heard of with
fantastic titles. A small dog relieved itself on my
leg. I found a photo album full of photos of people
I didn’t know getting drunk, partying. I fell asleep
at a desk.

©2001 Gordy Amede