i knew what was coming, weeks in advance.
i was prepared.
palm flat on chest –
heart still beating, thankfully.
he did that thing, that thing with his hand.
he did that thing, that thing against the wall.
he did that thing, that thing with the magazine.
(and you know, i liked the hair.)
two minutes, nine seconds.
had to remind myself to breathe.
me, “the biggest skeptic of us all,”
reduced to incoherent babbling,
dear god, I will never live this down.
but, I guess,
that’s the way lust goes.