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like the hottest ever, but it always feels like that, and
somebody’s bag -- and even our fly was too hot to move,
which was good because we were too hot to swat it. It only
were exhausted from the night before, saving our energy for
wait for me, and I was left by myself. When I heard someone
I'd seen her before, around the place; she must have
shared a nod, but we'd never spoken. Tall woman, older than
me, I think. Or maybe it was just how she wore the playa;
widow's peak, framing her face. With the dust washed off
her face, her skin was almost glowing, and she didn't look
like a heart, and her mouth was a second heart, dark and
towering over me. She probably wasn't really that tall, but
she felt that tall; the way you cast a long shadow at
just sat, like an idiot, while she walked over and sat down
coffee table.
hair, looked so big they could swallow me. And at the same
almost didn’t hear what she said next because I was busy
because what she said was, “You want me to kiss you. Don’t
you?”
them into my mouth. But maybe she read that, too, because
kiss me.”
quiver, and that was it, I was caught. I leaned forward and
touched hers, they melted under me, and parted, and I fell
in up to my tongue.
Maybe her lipstick had E in it. But E doesn’t work
panicked, and wanted to fight back; I bit. And she bit back.
crept into mine, but now they moved and took me by my arms,
was how strong she was, and soft, at the same time. And
then I was against the wall, a foot off the floor, but then
around her neck and head, ran my hands over the heart-shape
of her face as she wrapped hers around me and dug her nails
into my shoulders.
take over and our flesh would mix the same way.
was trimmed, not shaved, and it her real hair color was
was, with only one arm (I looked up and she was bracing the
true. Acid, maybe citrus-y And it's crazy but I swear there
was my mouth.
danced around, to know the right pace, the right speed, the
into my mouth.
come up for air when I needed. She looked like she was
me. Her hat was still on; she swept it off and threw it
wanted her to tear them off, but she wasn’t urgent anymore,
just insistent. I was the fly again, and now she was a
spider; I’d taken her poison, and should eat me when as she
but it felt like I could read her lips through my skin; she
air.
Then she had them off. I still had my eyes closed, and
to.
stop.
kissing her back; I felt like I could taste her lips, even
tongue for a second, she always found the right spot, the
with her fingers when her mouth was too far away. I felt
too, because that’s when she turned her mouth away, and
not far. She didn’t let me come down far before she started
heard her voice, and now it was all spent. Everything faded