1. Wednesday, December 4, 2002

    am i being too harsh to the good people? 

    i think so.

    the other night i was with a young lady who kept saying

    softer

    softer.

    i would do my thing and she would say

    okay now even softer.

    i was all, but im barely touching.

    she said youre almost there.

    soon i wasnt moving.

    just throbbing.

    she arched her back and reached up behind my neck with both hands and said

    dont move

    and dragged her teeth down my side

    pearly whites on the peachfuzz of my skin

    not even the skin.

    then lower and she said watch me be softer and her tounge led the way followed by the firehouse red lipstick and they both sank beneath the blankets

    i could barely feel

    the velvets vu scratchy popped now and then on the turntable. somewhere a clock ticked.

    somewhere time stopped.

    and just then i could feel.

    the blankets moved purposely

    lit only by the moonlight sliding through the slits in the venetians

    after a while she emerged and attacked my mouth with hers and bit and said

    thats a boy.

    then she grazed her lips against my cheek

    and said, thats my boy.

    took her pointy finger and dragged it across the goosebumps on my back, crawled off, slipped on her satin

    marched to the kitchen

    returned with some props.

    and suddenly i found myself involved in a pop quiz.

    scandelous