" Don't the stars make you feel small" He said as he looked down cast through long curving lashes. There was a star in my eye. A universe in my heart. That little kitchen in Clovelly became the whole world, the rest receeded away to a mere pin. I wrapped a pair of long black stockinged legs around his seated body."Airies women never ask for permission." His statement only succeeded in making me feel bolder. A more expansive version of myself. I wanted to suddenly be more generous, to divolge secrets that had been locked. His presence was in one word freeing.
We fell into bed as one solid, writhing mass. The stars flew in my eyes, the ocean which hummed outside rolled waves inside my cheast when he kissed me. I felt him so hard inside me. Joined like forged metal. Tongues, hands, breasts, pulsating. Slippery.
His sadness touched me. I wanted to make it go away, but even I have spent enough time amoungst these planets to know that only time heals all.
Perhaps when I see him again when winter has melted into spring, he will be shining like a star.
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