Hello there, sweet thing. Why don't you just go ahead and sit down and make yourself comfortable?



What do I want to talk about? I'll tell you what I want to talk about. I want to talk about loooooooove...



Oooo, I like how you flinch when I squeeze you. You're all keyed up and tense, like a drawer full of ticking pocketwatches. Is there dynamite hooked up to you? If I squeeze you hard enough are you going to go off?



Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh. Don't shout. Be easy, and let me whisper in your ear. I want to share a little tale with you this fine and silky evening. A story about touching, and tasting, and groping, and longing. A story about satisfaction. A story about love and seduction.



You know that feeling you get when you do the wrong thing? How your guilt mellows into giddiness because you are getting away with it?



Let yourself go, my darling. Let yourself drift, like a car with cut brakes, into Magen Toole's "The Aquarium." A story so fresh and righteous that you won't be able to touch your lover the same way ever again.



Posted by miracle on Sun, 14 Feb 2010 23:42:04 -0500 -- permanent link