by Tomorrow's Man
July 23, 2002
The demon leaps as she calls out his name. He lands squarely before her, and she turns. They lay atop the leaves, he behind, her wondering why he is so still.
He stirs. She shakes. is ulgy palm finds the swell of her belly. She shivers. He shakes. Like this, they become drinks, mixtures of fluid and sweet and hot and tart and they mix, drinks made for each other, from each other, the beauty, the demon.
He cries. She has a smile ready for each and every one of his tears, and she dries him with that mouth, those muscles arced like a full-moon rise. She blesses the demon. With her kisses, she blesses his ugly palms and full, beating heart.