nakedness and daylight

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She and I, and there had been much nakedness and daylight, and we were not yet finished. Between, and lazy, laying close in that place Time can't even touch, never mind ruin, and she says to me "It's your eyes."
"What?" I say.
"Not this." she says smiling, and squeezing me, gently, until they close.
"What?" I say again, when I finally can.
"It's your eyes." she says. "Your eyes make me come."
And not too much later, (between and amongst the sort of kisses which make Time stop while they are happening, so as to all but prevent them from ever being completely buried, eroded, or otherwise forgotten) above her, I close one eye. For effect, with much malice aforethought: I screw my face up really good, the right side of it entirely scrinched a la Popeye.

"So then, this time it will only be half as good for you?"

And the memory washes over me like some lost warm ache,
like phantom limb pain: being inside of her when she laughed.

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