The "Hookup"

The sex still fresh, yet so are her fears and doubts that this sudden approach to seduction is even attainable. Advancing now, even faster than her heart can understand, allowing the destitute of change to somehow shrink her, as her skin absorbs, then drinks away, the last of any forgotten inhibition. Managing to stay serenely aloft he steers her through this same inhibition, as his hands and fingers navigate her flesh. Expertly slicing through her own self, into this blinding space where she is now orbiting the sun.  Her tongue still lingers, after all, he bought her countless drinks at the bar, paid for the cab ride home to her apt, he climbed six flights up the airless narrow stairwell just to be with her. This must be real, this time. His blood vessels expand, as a howl of alarm now pierces from him, as her tongue glides and rides uncontrollably. Remembering all the while that a man’s standards drop quite a bit when he is horny. Still, she allows the seductiveness of her tongue to linger, approaching and subduing the howls that still escape from him, before ending with a final kiss on his cheek. The end, she knows all too well, is much more abrupt than all the beginnings combined, the intensity of it all makes her shudder.

Days later, she will write him a letter. Without saying good-bye, without a singular word, he will have it returned to her “address unknown.”