Confession

I ease myself into his throat decalescent and substantial like a memory too exclusive to divulge in conversation. I clip his tongue, dance in the groove of his soft palate, slide sideways along pink gums and imperfect teeth. His first confession and he’s all nerves and no etiquette. Not a word but a murmur, a […]

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