When you get nervous, it's so hard not to.When you're expected to come in somethingother than your ordinary way, totake pleasure in the new way, lost, not knowing
how to drive it back to sureness ... where arethe thousand thousand flowers I always pass, the violet flannel, then the sharpness?You can't, you can't ... extinguish the star
in a burst. It goes on glowing. That headbetween your legs so long. Could it reallywant to be there? One whimpers as though ...then gets mad. One could smash the other's valiant head.
"You didn't come, did you?" Naturally, he knows.Although I try to lie, the truth escapes mealmost like an orgasm itself. Then the "No"that should crack a world, but doesn't, slips free.
