hearts and noses
the snow is cold and fresh, lets go out on the downs and make love, I really want to make love outdoors, please…
I knew the pull of making love in freshly fallen snow.
But not with him. We weren’t even friends, let alone lovers. Once I would have considered that all part of the fun. I’d learned the hard way that strangers with a sense of vitality, of living life to the full, seemed to come in a package that perversely included a need to possess, control. To own you in a way that breaks legal and moral boundaries, that breaks skin, bone, hearts and noses. I’m more cautious now.
Masturbate or find another partner, I’m not interested