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12:00 a.m.<>2002-12-26

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and then came november, and the first snowfall of the season.

you emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, trailing whirling eddies of white steam in your wake. the wood of the floor was cold under your feet.

outside the world was under a goose-down comforter of snow. snow covered the streets and the sidewalks. snow was all over the cars, all over the grass of the park. the blue awning of our apartment building sagged with snow. pale daylight was reflected off that snow and filtered into our bedroom, steely gray, like the blade of a knife.

i stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for you, blue flannel of my pajama bottoms warm and close upon me. the clean linen sheets of our bed gleamed white in the winter light.

and the pillows were white. and your towel was white. and your skin, mottled pink from the heat of the shower, was also white. and you smiled and your towel fell around your ankles. and i helped you lay down on the clean white linen sheets, and your white body spread out in front of me, a naked snow angel.

you lay down on your stomach. your breasts were flattened against the bed. their contours, peeking out roundly from either side of your torso, were the softest white. i touched them with my fingertips, lightly, thrilling at the little shiver you gave. i bent down and kissed the side of your face that was turned toward me, took your earlobe in my teeth and pulled on it, and the scent of jasmine oil behind your ear was like the fleeting memory of a yellow summer. when my lips found yours, your pink tongue slithered into my mouth, and i sucked it, and i tasted you.

and i straddled your white body and i shut my eyes for a second, because i wanted you, and i was quivering for you, and the crimson desire was coursing through me, replacing the blood in my veins, and for a second it was

unbearable

and then i swallowed, and opened my eyes again.

and then i bent down and branded your back with kisses, my saliva glistening in little silver points down your spine. my hands traveled the length of your body, traversing the plains and curves of your white flesh. my lips flickered into the hollow at the base of your spine. you started to move.

hard. i was hard. i burned for you. i was aflame for you. my lust for you pounded through me with each thud of my heart, until i felt like i was glowing, until i felt like i could walk outside barefoot and melt the white snow with my naked touch. and my rough hands pried apart your undulating white haunches, and my tongue swirled into the darkness there, and i heard you cry out.

no words. no words. you pitched and rolled and i took you into my mouth as if i wanted to swallow you whole, and you ground yourself into my face and made our white linen sheets damp beneath you. there were no words, only our pants and the wet little slippery noises our bodies made and the dim thump thump thump of footsteps in the apartment above us. i kissed and i licked and i grabbed you to keep you still and i felt like i was drawn too tight, stretched to breaking, about to shatter all over you.

and i drew myself up and covered you like snow, like a goose-down comforter, and my mouth sank into your neck as your teeth sank into the white pillow, and all the snow in the world outside would not have been enough to cool us down.

and i pushed against you, and you pushed back against me, and we took each other, devoured each other, savaged each other there on our tangled, white linen sheets. and we were

glorious

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