Sometimes a world crumples, sometimes a marriage ends and sometimes it's the same thing. The tag was on the toe and the body was cold. When we finished making love that night, I felt so exhilarated. He didn't make love to me, he fucked me. Making love is so domesticated, so pure, so classy.
Nobody wants that.
Fucking is what we want. I didn't say that. I didn't say anything. I just lay there in your arms, out of breath, not moving, trying to make the moment last and last, at least until the sun rose. But I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up and the bed was empty.