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Miss Pinkie stood at the open window of her apartment looking out at the night sky. I lay in her bed watching her naked form. We had made love an hour before. Can't sleep? I said. Too hot to sleep she said. I watched her 49 year old body she was my senior by 19 years. Her hair dyed blonde was over her shoulders. Mahler's 1st symphony was playing softly on her radio. Does your mother know you come here? She asked. Yes of course I said but not what I do here. She turned and looked at me come see these stars she said. I got out of bed and walked over and stood beside her at the window. She named the constellation of stars pointing them out with her plump finger. Pascal said the eternal silence of infinite space filled him with dread I said. Who's Pascal? she said one of your intellectual friends? No he was a French philosopher I think I said. Beautiful though she said I love night watching. We stood watching the sky a while then returned to bed and made love again. The Mahler symphony ended then came the rain.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
OBSERVATION DE NUIT 1973
Miss Pinkie stood at the open window of her apartment looking out at the night sky. I lay in her bed watching her naked form. We had made love an hour before. Can't sleep? I said. Too hot to sleep she said. I watched her 49 year old body she was my senior by 19 years. Her hair dyed blonde was over her shoulders. Mahler's 1st symphony was playing softly on her radio. Does your mother know you come here? She asked. Yes of course I said but not what I do here. She turned and looked at me come see these stars she said. I got out of bed and walked over and stood beside her at the window. She named the constellation of stars pointing them out with her plump finger. Pascal said the eternal silence of infinite space filled him with dread I said. Who's Pascal? she said one of your intellectual friends? No he was a French philosopher I think I said. Beautiful though she said I love night watching. We stood watching the sky a while then returned to bed and made love again. The Mahler symphony ended then came the rain.
A YOUNG MAN AND OLDER LOVER 1973
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TerryCollett
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
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