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Subject: {ASSM} God (MF FLASH) PleaseCain
Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:10:11 -0400
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Copyright 2003 pleasecain@aol.com
God
by PleaseCain
We trudge, a phalanx of gray overcoats with creased and dour faces, drawn eyes,
chins blue with shadow. Horns blare. Shoulders bang and jostle. My umbrella
turned inside out two blocks ago, and rain freezes my forehead.
I focus on a vision, miles and hours away. Sitting in bed with her rumpled
hair and morning face, mumbling wishes for a good day, holding the sheets in a
fist to her chest--unaware her breasts are still showing.
God lives there.
I wipe my feet, and try to wipe my face, but my palms and coat are just as wet.
I step inside.
A candle glows in the foyer. She's in the kitchen down the hallway. Black
stretch pants show the flare of her hips and the curve of her bottom, still
mouthwatering. Her hair shorter now than when I watched her ten years ago,
when I was going to do great things. When she would beam and make me believe I
could.
Then she turns and her figure disappears in her apron. She leaves a spoon in
the simmering pot on the stove, the sweet tomato scent warming my nose, and her
lips move, speaking to the children seated out of view at the table. She
smiles when she sees me.
God lives here.
It's a few minutes before she returns to her senses.
Her brow creases. "Honey?"
She doesn't quite finish when I flip her to her stomach and my mouth parts her
velvet cheeks. Her toe digs in my stomach. She watches wide-eyed over her
shoulder. She gasps when my tongue kisses her virgin ring.
God lives here.
head, stories by PleaseCain: HTTP://members.aol.com/pleasecain
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