All I wanted was you. I tore down my wall for you. Now it's been rebuilt.

. . . the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.

She was exposed now. It wasn't the undressing that made her naked. It had been the tears.

Someone had planned a torture party that would end in the guest of honor becoming a human barbecue. They had everything but the barbecue sauce.

We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed, boxers going to their corners, then when it was time the imaginary bell rang and we went at it again.